That would be me-- the dumb ass. Did I upload some pics this morning to the FTP site so I could then write a blog entry here from w**k?*

I don't know. Do you see any pictures here? And how can I tell my story without pictures? I am not a novelist. I'm more like a children's author or a person who writes menus for Friendly's and Denny's --I need pics. Damn.

Of course I should write my opine about John P. Marquand because *gasp* I actually read a book over the holidays. Yes, that makes two TWO books I read in the past year.

Now before you recoil in horror at my literary paucity, by read I mean finish. I have begun at least 30 books in the last year, but only finished two. Am I picky? Am I illiterate? Am I an ADD diagnosis just waiting to happen? You decide. And now, you may recoil in horror that anyone could not finish so many books.

Me? I always think of that scene in one of the Ramona stories where her mom comes down to find a bushel of apples with one bite taken out of each apple. Ramona's justification was that the first bite is best. My justification for not finishing books is not that the first bite was best but that books that bite must be tossed aside. And so.

But then I saw Lizzie's review on Marquand's Point of No Return and I was intrigued. And then, and then . . . it sucked me in. Oh yes. Most delicious and satisfying and at lunch today I am picking up a copy of BF's Daughter (another Old Hag rec) that the library brought in for me. Am veddy excited cause Marquand? Is dead, but good. And I really should opine but can't you see I'm at W**K??

Since I can't provide pics for your blog distraction, I have something else for you, my pretties. Go see Lindsay. Her posts are rocking both the High Ideas which I LUHRVE and the one before it with her post-feminism visage . . ha ha ha.

Do I take care of you, or what?

* = that place that shall not be named

ED NOTE: - I'm having a New Yorker moment where you see this teeny box correcting some article from the previous week and you know it's a waste of space cause really, who cares except the anal-retentive types. But I'm here to say that anal-retentive types have rights, too and so I add a correction/addition to yesterday's post.

When I said I would bone the concrete guy it was not simply because he poured the concrete for our foundation (although, honestly, it was so thrilling to me that I might've). Do you think I am a total ho? It was because when I came up to the site to take some photos he asked T if I was his daughter! Love it.

What is your face? You do not respond to compliments with an offer of quick sex? You mean this reflex of mine is abnormal? Hmmm, just wait til I start posting pics of Tara's skinny ass this weekend-- then you are gonna be all KINDS of confused.

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