What Happens When You Drink Dinner

What happens is that you read a couple of other blogs by dear friends and you discover things that ought to be remarked on.

One is in my darling Saint Tiger Lily's blog, wherein she riffs on a couple of dimwits attempting to read actual - gasp - books.

Many millions of years ago, I lived in Orlando, Florida for a year or so - and I mean in the Paleolithic Age before Disney got there. You arrived in Orlando via Atlanta where you changed planes and set down at McCoy Air Force Base, that being the only thing Orlando had by way of an airport. At any rate, one of my roommates was a darling guy named Ron, who was deeply impressed by the fact that I was an actress and knew about Shakespeare. So he went to the library in Orlando and started taking out spoken word recordings of Shakespeare. One day he and I were in the car on our way to the library and I said, "So what did you get this week?" And he said, "Well, I can't remember the name of it, but it's really good. It's about this guy who kills this king, and there's these three witches." You know, as a plot synopsis, that ain't bad.

And then I checked in with my darling daughter's blog (you know, Sarah Booz will eat you) - actually, she told me before - and I can finally have a copy of Buffkaboo again! I'm thrilled. Buffkaboo is just great, and I lost my copy of it, and if Sarah doesn't post it, by God, I will. (For those of you who aren't reading Sarah's blog, Buffkaboo is a terrific fairy tale that Sarah wrote in 4th grade and her grandmother found a copy of it which she's sending us.)

I do wish I'd eaten dinner, but at this point, I know I'm not going to - problem was (what with all the nice work going on in my house), there was a ladder in the kitchen, then there was a lesbian under the sink, and by the time all of that got cleared away, I just didn't feel like cooking...and anyway, I was busy talking about nice new house projects...and boy, am I going to hate myself in the morning. And it was going to be a lovely dinner (which I'm going to have tomorrow night). Bacon wrapped scallops followed by my beloved blueberries and creme fraiche.

Ah, well. I'll think about it tomorrow. Tomorrow is another day. I'll go back to Tara...(oh, God, stop me before I start quoting movies...)

Love, Wendy