Lizardek misses me! And even though I don't do guilt (I don't do guilt!), she has somehow got me to slide back in here for a momentary update on my life.

Zee book, zee book:

~ we have gone from 250,000+ on amazon rankings to 29,188 (as of today). this ranking thing-y fluctuates like a menopausal woman without estrogen supplements so do take it in stride, but baby, THE TREND-- look at the TREND! That's six digits to five digits!

~ in the next two months we have book events scheduled at: 3 different Borders locations; The Harvard COOP; The Trident Cafe (Newbury Street in Boston) for starters. We also have some stuff scheduled in December for Christmas sales. And we are being carried by WalMart, Target, Bed, Bath & Beyond and Urban Outfitters. Whoa.

~ there are some absolutely too kind, too wonderful blogging buddies who also have some activities underway and I am so deeply appreciative of this effort I don't know what to say except I will have to be having a whole lot of first-born babies to pay everyone back.

Zee house, zee house:

~ we move in mid-September. Which is great except I will be in Paris from September 12 - 23, oops. Or, as T likes to say, "WTF? Now I'm moving us in while you sit bare-legged sipping kir in some cafe?" And I reply, "oh no darling, think of it as two extra weeks for you to finish up before I help you move us in."

~ building a house is very stressful. Even for people who are in love. There's lots of physical labor involved, endless physical labor (well, not for me, but you know, I feel his pain). And lots of money pouring out of your bank account. And lots of people who tell you lies (LIES!) about when they will do what and how much it will cost. And if you are working seven days a week from 6 am to 9 pm in all weather, it may be tough if you are married to a dilettante who skips off to Boston or Paris when she needs a little break-y-poo.

~ the house is amazing. I can't post pictures or you will all hate me forever and even though I thought I was tough and never needed anyone, that was before the blog---I've become addicted to your love. So, no photos for you.

Zee butterscotch boys, zee butterscotch boys:

~ 11:30 pm Saturday night. Porcupine adventure. Quills EVERYWHERE. Ollie had a mouthful and looked like he was dying or wish he could (read, blood. Everywhere). (And, I guess I should mention here that it was T (all alone at Soliden) who had to deal with this in the middle of the night as I was down on the Cape partying like it was 1999, so all this "we" stuff is, of course, the royal we). We called our beloved vet OUT OF BED and met him in surgery. $600. (Including the flowers I sent on behalf of the terrible twins to the vet's office to say thanks for being so freaking amazing).

~ Henry is part Sharpei. The terrible heat this summer has affected his skin (Sharpeis are notorious for skin issues). It makes me very sad and I just want to soak him in a bathtub filled with milk and honey and feed him grapes. Yes, I am his love slave.

Zee job, zee job:

Oh, you know I can't talk about it but let me just say ASS. UP TO. IN ALLIGATORS.

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