Expecting. To smell everything.
My friend Renee is pregnant again. Renee is my LA friend, but right when Marvin and I moved to North Carolina, she and her husband moved to Maui. Yes, Maui. Yes, I hate her too. And now she's knocked up on Maui. I met Renee in 2000, when she and I were both training for a marathon. We were in the slow group, which is also how I met my high school best friend; we were in the slow group in gym. My lack of athletic ability has garnered me many similarly uncoordinated friends. At any rate, those of us training for this marathon met in the park every Saturday morning. Each week we'd run one mile farther than the week before. Because we were the slo

Old paint
Okay. That holiday's over. Hellooooooo, Christmas! Totally

My Thanksgiving, by June Gardens Gardensalad GonnaEatThat Cutoff Cash. Oh, just say June.
I hope y'all are satisfated. Which is a combo of satisfied and sated. I know I am. In fact, I could drift right off. I promise we are not about to have a dream sequence. I did a lot of cleaning before the family got here. Henry supervised. He was a tough critic. As someone who bathes his harble with his own disgusting tongue, I think he has his

The girls
Remember yesterday? When I said I was swamped and couldn't post? I lied. I mean, I really do have people coming today and I have cleaning and cooking and proofreading to do, but that's not why I didn't post. I didn't post because I was busy being nervous. Listen to this. Last year I got my first mammogram ever. I waited three years past when you're supposed to because I was scared. My cousin Maureen, who was an aerobics instructor, really thin, didn't drink, didn't smoke, died of breast cancer at age 44. But last year I sucked it up and got a mammogram. And they found something. I blogged about it last year. I am so f

Swamped
Got relatives coming tomorrow, and old friend arriving today, and 600,000 pages to proof. So here, go read these: My oldest friend started a blog about her flowers: Click here. And Blue Poppy's back! She's been gone for a year. Oh, I heart her. Click here. Talk at ya.