Well now, take Joe Biden. Respectful, cerebral, thoughtful, decent, uncompromising and, like his running mate,...

moderately yummy.

















That's all.

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Nicholas said to me last night after he saw my blog, "Where did you get those band pictures?"
I said, "In my pictures file where I told you to put them."
He went, "Oh."
I was like, "Why?"
He said, "I just wondered. I told Spoon you wanted him to be your boyfriend."
I said, "Oh that's great Nick. Thanks. I'm sure he was totally grossed out by that."
Nick was like, "Mom. All my friends want to jump your bones and that's putting it politely."
I said, "O.k. well, now I'm grossed out."

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Bad headache this morning, but I still have to go to work. If I have a cerebral hemmorhage on the way, I love you, I thank you for visiting and someone come and do my dishes because Steven put potato peels down the insinkerator and its clogged to high holy heaven. I have no counter space to hold all the food you'll bring.

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Book quote of the week:

"We have a stand of poplar trees that people have been telling my husband and me will not last the winter. They have been saying that for fifteen winters now. I always sit in front of the window and watch the beautiful two-sided leaves applaud the first fall breezes. A curtain call, I think. But then, there they are once again, clapping in the Spring.

Underneath the trees that will not die is another story. No matter what I plant there, it will not thrive. When I have to go away, I return to a miasma of weedy and nondescript chokers.

This year, after giving up for the last few seasons and letting the weeds have their way, I found some bright red, plump raspberries.

What wanted to be a wild raspberry patch in a stand of poplar trees has come into it's own."

-Debra Winger, "Undiscovered"