… and so am I.

Look, he’s grown!

What happened to September? Did I sleep thru it?

Hi!

I’ve been away from the computer for a few days because Fee was here to visit me from Pasadena! Yay! We had a great time, and it was good for me to get out of the house and do things. And I had some truly terrific frozen yogurt at a place called Blueberry’s in Vancouver. I tried to find a link, but guess what happens when you do a search for “blueberrys” and “yogurt?” Well, first, goofle wants to correct your spelling (and can you blame them? I meant to type google. whatever.), but even if you don’t let it, you get more recipes than anything else.

Listen, if you are looking to have a super great house guest, ask Fee to come stay with you. She makes you homemade Macaroni and Cheese!

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Labor day, sweet sweet labor day weekend.

Let all the children go back to school, I say. It’s good for them.

I was in the grocery store today, with a cartful. I got in a particularly slow line, due to multiple price checks, but that’s ok. I had a dr pepper, I was doing well. I wasn’t in any hurry. When I finally got close enough, I walked around the other end of my cart and started unloading. That’s when the two little girls queued up behind me.

You know how it is extremely rude to stand too close to someone when they are at the ATM? Well, is it just me, or is it also rude to walk up to someone else’s cart, and take hold of the handle bar, when they’ve got their open purse sitting right there in the child seat, wallet sitting on top? I think it is. I think that my personal space includes my shopping cart and it’s contents, when I am grocery shopping. And getting that close to my wallet, is, technically, in my dance space.

Then she started moving the cart back and forth ever so slightly, but enough to knock it into me repeatedly. These were female brats, in the 9 to 11 age range, with fists full of candy. And they kept sighing, loudly. And saying, “This line is so SLOW. It’s going to take FOREVER! and WE only have 4 or 5 things.”

And then looking at me.

To which I can only reply with a head tilt and look that my mom calls The Look, walk back around, take control of my cart and continue unloading as slowly as I can.

Get in the mother fucking “15 Items or less” land, candy lovers.

One day I am going to be an old lady. And I am going to have a mother fucking lawn. And those mother fucking kids will tramp all over it. It will be my job to stand on my porch and shake my fist at them. My mother fucking fist.

several inches removed from my head.

Me: I need to write something on my blog today.

Wm: Oh yeah?

Me: Yes, it’s my five year blog anniversary today. What should I write about?

Wm: Write about how great I am.

Me: Ok!

It does seem important to mention that I’ve gotten a lot out of blogging. Many new friends, more comfortable with my writing, new ways to express myself, a place to post pictures of my cat. But, truly, the best thing I got out of my blog? My husband.

Happy Birthday little blog! I love you! I will buy you new crayons in celebration, because five is an AWESOME age to be.

I bought a plant. His name is Kevin. I don’t know what possessed me to buy it, because plants tend to be short lived in my care. I have not had a plant in, probably, 10 years. First of all, like I said, they die in my home. And then, when I got the B, she ate what plants remained. She also ate the electrical cords, my shoes, my favorite chambray blue button up boys shirt from J. Crew. And even tho she passed away five years ago, RIP The B, I never bothered getting any new plants to kill.

Anyway, his name is Kevin, and wish him luck because he probably won’t make it to autumn.

Man, I need a haircut.

Woman and child not included. Which is good because we barely have room for the couch.

Neil Gaiman asked, on his blog, if we could please go see Stardust today, and so we did.

He needn’t thank us directly, we were happy to do it.