Now that we have Facebook, I don't really have much fodder for this place anymore. Mostly cause all the details of my life are pretty much spelled out over there — via pictures from other people. Thank you to that childhood friend who found those class portraits from Junior High.

Hopefully Pags doesn't get excited and go hunt down pictures from college.

I'm going to ask Mike what to write about. Hang on ...

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He says to write about how the cat puked all over the bed last night shortly after Mike awakened me with sounds of what I thought might be a sex dream — "oh yeah, MmmHmmm..." — but later found out was a dream about me being pregnant. Wtf? It was an interesting night. But made coffee a necessity this morning. Which I did not procure until around 11am. The horror. I had started growing horns.

I'm asking Mike to give me another topic. No one wants to read about cat puke and sex dreams and coffee deprivation induced monster horns. ...

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He says to write about Thanksgiving. Oh that's exciting. No wonder he's not updating his blog either. We have plans to go bowling and eat Turkish food. A good plan. We did this last year and it was the best Thanksgiving ever. Until I threw my lamb leg at the belly dancer and punched the hostess in the face. Just kidding. I don't remember if there was a belly dancer.

OK, going for another topic. One more. Let's see what Mike says this time. ...

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Soup?

Not much I can say there.

Soup.

Thanks Mike.