well, great. and also more open book, schmopen book.

I am hungry. I know you were dying to know that, which is why I told you. I think I'm hungry for macaroni and cheese, but the good, homemade kind, not the orange fake cheese kind from a box.

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This next little story is difficult to tell, because there is a bit of explanation involved. Hang in there. You can do it.

I read Jenny, The Bloggess. She is hilarious, but not in a G-rated, wow-let's-read-this-with-our-parents way. In a wrong, twisted, possibly cracked-out sort of way. So don't go there if you know your undies get bunched when you read things that are possibly crack-induced.

Every day, Jenny chooses the most wacky, cracked-out comment as the comment of the day. She posts the comment of the day at the bottom of the post, and links up with whoever had their superclever crack pants on.

Well, people, on Saint Patty's Day? I had my superclever crack pants on. And just yesterday I noticed that I had written the comment of the day.

The point here: Please know that I do not pour acid on my husband.

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I'm a little short on material lately, being a BlogHer Non-attendee, and I'm okay with that. We're taking a little, er, wee trip to the Highland Games in the near future, and you know that drunk men in skirts are blog fodder. Fo sho. And extraspecially if it happens to be your own personal buzzy Mister?

I feel like I need to learn how to blog from my phone.

Please do not leave instructions in the comments. Really. Thank you.

However....

Please DO leave me your deepest most probing questions in the comments, for Open Book, Schmopen Book: The August Edition.

If you're new here, Open Book, Schmopen Book is where I answer your deepest most probing questions about everything here in Daytonia. Or wherever it is that I live. And good news, people, I answer every question if I want to!

And more good news, people!!!! Usually I want to!!!

So ask questions.
The end.