It's raining today, thanks to Alberto. Thanks, Alberto.
I've pruned down my blogroll. I apologize to those of you I cut who frequent the site. My reading time has shrunk and I'm trying to list only those sites I regularly read - after all, I use my blogroll more than anyone else. If you're a regular reader and you want the link, let me know. I'll re-roll you.
Dairy gives me gas.
Speaking of blogrolls - if you know of some excellent blogs out there that you think I might be interested in, please let me know. And don't be shy, that includes you.
For some reason blogrolls is making me think of bagels. I could go for a bagel right about now. I love bagels. Maybe I'll become Jewish next.
My wife only gets four weeks off for summer break. My daughter six weeks. The last week of summer vacation will be spent in Nags Head on the beach with my extended family. I'm jazzed about it. I saw that in Kitty Hawk they have hang-gliding lessons, but then I saw they had a weight limit. I also saw that I was over that limit. That sucks. Apparently the law of aerodynamics is more a general rule of thumb, you know, for skinny people. Stupid little pansy gliders. I think I'll go eat some bagels.
I woke up to walk this morning and Alberto was outside, raining. The entire cosmos conspires against me.
The yellow-haired child just told me to go out in the rain. "You are not the boss anymore!" she said. "I am the boss now!"
Lovely.
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Funny how I wish for rainy days to soak my garden and give me an excuse to stay in and write. But it doesn't rain here on my hill much in the summer.
About becoming Jewish. The pograms do not appeal.
And my five year old often announces, "YOU are not the boss of me" to whichever offensive soul is torturing her, including me.
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