Boy, am I getting the emails on the nose-piercing. The overwhelming audience response is, "Ewwww." To which I can only say, sorry, it's my face. I may not do it. I'm simply thinking about it. As my pals Jen and Kymm point out, they wear glasses and have pierced noses, and you wouldn't dream of calling them dorky. Not to mention Jen assures me a pierced nose makes all the other parts of my face cool by association. Still, I think it's safe to say I won't be piercing my nose in the next couple of months.
I am going away to Mendocino County for the weekend, me and my husband and my dog. We're renting a cabin with Julie and Bill Humphries, and Tom and Spike have their own cabin, and I think maybe one other couple is coming. We'll be cooking communal meals, walking the beach, wandering the forest, and visiting Art Widner in Gualala at his lovely house he built. I can hardly believe we're going, an sort of vacationette, but I'm really excited about it.
Tomorrow's my 11th anniversary. The eleventh is supposed to be the "steel" anniversary. Say, I sure do need a car....
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