Adultitude
Today, I was introduced to the concept of “Snooki”. I pronounced her wrong. I would have spelled her wrong, had it not been for Yahoo’s handy-dandy “TRENDING NOW” list. Somehow, with all the madness going on in the world right now, Snooki comes in at number THREE on that list, behind Alyssa Milano (having a baby) and Eminem (didn’t read it, but imagine he’s…old? sober? retiring again? has had a thought?). Mrr.
We’re going to Washington DC in a couple months. Curt wrote an angry (but respectful) letter to our congressman about the lack of support for Libyan democracy in the same two-week period in which I sent a request to him about touring the White House. I expect to not get to tour the White House (they take your name and vitals, you know).
I bought a small bird feeder, and have attracted house finches to our crape myrtle tree. They have also found the enormous bird feeder which sits next to my window. I can hear them singing at night (right now, as a matter of fact). There is also an owl hereabouts. Thus, my room has become a vampire peep show for cats.
I am enjoying the new rendition of Emma immensely. It is probably my most favorite Austen film to date. I watch it in fits and starts, because I don’t want it to end.
Everything is okay here. Time for bed.
