Jen, good to have you back. I'm glad to hear that Paul still engages in small acts of rebellion against his mother's disapproval. I hope he wears the cap with pride. I've had vegetarian bacon. The stuff I had looked eerily like Fruit Stripe gum and tasted only marginally better than cardstock. I hope yours was better. As he indicated below, Marc's obsession with Carl Hiassen has reached fever pitch. The poor man better get cranking with some new novels soon, or I'm going to wind up putting Marc into some sort of literary detox program. Speaking of Hiassen, one of his latest columns made me laugh. I've been on a big Garrison Keillor kick lately, so I've been listening to archived Prairie Home Companion monologues via streaming audio. Problem is, Keillor's voice is like a soothing hookworm that burrows its way into your brain and colors all your thoughts. I've been walking around for weeks with his voice narrating my life. "She walked up to the door ... *sigh* ... and heard her ... her cat, meowing to be ... fed, and she wondered if ... if there was enough spaghetti ... spaghetti ...*sigh* ... leftover from last night's dinner ... for dinner tonight ..."
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