Happy Friday

Drunk astronauts, death-sensing cats, Mikhail Gorbachev hawking handbags.... The world's gone mad! Time for a bit more brevity. I'm sure many (two) of you have wondered what I look like, so I've finally decided to reveal myself to the blogosphere:












Watson J. Dog is still a little gun-shy, which is why he's hanging back a bit in this photo. Otherwise, perfect likenesses all around.

The most useless fact you will ever learn about me

I have lived in 5 of the 19 Real World cities.

My heart is bursting

During the summer, the hubby and I get a weekly farm box share from this group. It's a pretty great thing all around, save for the excessive amounts of Swiss chard we're forced to consume each week (me no like Swiss chard).

Today it got even better. We're starting to receive weekly emails profiling different teenage volunteers. This week's volunteer is named Kangni, he is 16 years old, he is from Niger, his favorite vegetable is the carrot, and his favorite hero is Spiderman. We also got this little tidbit:

"Besides making us laugh, Kangni leads us in breakdancing moves during water
breaks and is fascinated by the juiciness of our turnips."

So now I want to adopt Kangni.

I'm angry at God

He front-loaded the summer's celebrity scandals and now there's nothing good going on! Someone better OD soon or else He can forget about my annual end-of-fiscal-year tithe.

Lobster count update

Three and a half lobsters consumed this past week, plus one lobster roll, plus one crab roll. Three of those lobsters were inhaled in one sitting at a July Fourth clambake; other people's eyes were bigger than their lobster stomachs, and shellfish vulture that I am, I swooped in and ate what others left behind. The half was consumed a day later with a West Coast friend in town with whom I always eat lobster; the half came about only because the restaurant had one lobster left, which I'll admit, left me shaken.

As for the crab roll, the food stand next to our ferry landing was out of lobster rolls.

Summer '07 crustaceous tally as of 7/9: Seven and a half lobsters, three lobster rolls, and one crab roll consumed. Decent, decent. Certainly not a Blog in Throat record, but not bad.


P.S. My sister recently told me that when she regales her friends with stories of my early childhood idiocies, all the tales seem to revolve around food. Finally a friend of hers spoke up and asked, tentatively, "Um, is your sister... a ... big girl?"