Oh, how nice of you to join us.
I've only been checking this damn site every two hours, every day, waiting for a shred or two of bloggedness. Which even you must admit is not that much to ask, after all we've been through. You're so selfish sometimes, with your I just haven't felt creative and I've been really busy at work. I hate you sometimes, I really do.
I have failure to thrive, y'all. I was so obsessed with this blog, and I schemed so much to get people to read it. I was careful and crafty with my comments on other blogs, trying to drum up traffic...I got up in the middle of the night to take notes of a good idea for an entry came to me...I almost opned up my own CafePress shop. And then it worked, and people started reading this, and I was like, YAWN. But I'm awake now!
Not much has been going on. I'm planning a fundraiser for a pro-Kerry group, which I'll post more about later. I've been reading a lot of good books (not that you'd know it from my shamefully neglected book blog). I've been buying quantities of tomatoes at the farmer's market, and then fretting endlessly about what to do with them. I'm a slave to tomatoes during their season, obsessively seeking out new sources and monitoring their ripeness with a vigilance that can become frightening. The really scary time was when my mom was here last weekend; not only was I terrified that she would find out how much I actually pay per pound for heirloom tomatoes (I don't even like to tell myself; I just avert my eyes and hand over a twenty), but she puts tomatoes in the refrigerator. That's right. It's barbaric, is what that is. Why not just wear furs and drive an SUV with a Bush-Cheney sticker and a NASCAR decal on it?
My mother actually drives a Volvo, for the record. I've carefully shielded her from the knowledge that it's a sort of pinko, whole-grain, tempeh and Fair Trade coffee car to own, because I'm easily amused by confusion over cultural symbols. Remind me to tell you sometime about the rainbow flag my grandmother flies from the antenna of her golf cart (which she drives everywhere in Florida).