Quote of the Day: "I'd like to put in my request for a giant squirrel head."

What I'm reading: Mostly Harmless, by Douglas Adams. I guess this fifth book in his trilogy came out while I was busy in high school or college or something because I didn't know it existed until I saw it in the local bookstore. I'm finding it rather gloomy. So I suppose the title is apt.

I haven't blogged in a while, because I still feel like I'm dropping my children off at prison every day.

My husband gave me the assignment of writing the weather report in the styles of various writers-- Tennessee Williams was his first request, because the newspaper used the word "sultry" to describe today's weater. He's not used to people so passionate about the weather that they use sexy words like "sultry" to describe humidity.

I, on the other hand, grew up with people so fascinated by weather that if someone were to predict a hot day, I might have to stop and check whether they meant temperature hot or Harrison Ford hot. (Harrison Ford is the indicator of hotness that my particular family member would have chosen. At one point during the late 80s, only the surface of the sun could have attained a 10 on that scale of Hotness.)

So, I wish you a cold front cooler than Zooey Deschanel and a weekend more beautiful than Angelina Jolie.