of Good News/Bad News
Good News: I figured out the odd smell in my minivan.
Bad News: There's ten dollars worth of raw chicken we don't get to eat.
Good News: When Melody told Dixie at the dinner table, "Stop dicking me!" she really thought she was saying, "Stop dissing me!"
Bad News: The words 'stop dissing me' have made it into my six year old's vernacular.
Good News: The girls' room is top-to-bottom reorganized and spotless.
Bad News: Everything in there that didn't belong on there is now wantonly strewn about the rest of the chaotic and disorganized house.