No More Dead Kitty Blogs

I've promised more than one person today to be back to my snappy, sarcastic self tomorrow. No more dead kitty blogs.

It's the heat. It's oppressive. I have a little a/c unit in my office but between the dog walking in and out, the kids coming in and out, it doesn't stay very cool. I thought about packing up to go to a not to be named coffee shop with internet access but... alas, I had no car today.

A piece of my prized Volvo wagon came off yesterday. A very loud noise ensued. It is, needless to say, in the shop.

I'd still buy another in a heartbeat- I'll always be a fan after being rear-ended by a car going 30 miles per hour while sitting at a stop light, my two youngest children in the third row seat facing the back completely uninjured and somewhat amused by the event. The car was a wreck. I was a wreck. Everyone was fine.

There's my plug, David. Do I get a free Volvo now?

How about if I promise NOT to tattoo the logo on my butt?

Tomorrow, Ben and I head to Maine. Just the two of us. His plans are beach, lobster, beach, more lobster, more beach... Even as a toddler, he would run run run on the beach and suddenly decide it was time to lay out on a towel. His instinct to "chill" is innate.

We will chill.

And no more dead kitties. Promise.