Falling Over My Desk

I went to sleep a little late last night because I was watching Blue Crush. God, I love that movie. Dan and I hit another restaurant in The Commons last night called RagMuffins. We each had a french onion soup and split a pastrami sandwich. It was pretty good except the place had a strange odor. Dan didn't notice. Then we hit Wegmans for some more groceries. I have this feeling that when the work runs dry we won't have any food in the house and I'll be eating from the apple tree around the corner.

We hit the Farmer's Market this weekend, which was awesome. (AZ - I'm sure you've been? BTW does Beth sell her soap around here. I have a friend who would love.) We purchased some wonderful tomotoes, corn, basil and bleu cheese made from goat's milk. I bought a little 5 X 7 butterfly drawing from a local artist and a handmade candle that smells incredible. The place is certainly not cheap tho'.

In my research for a recent article, I came across the Webs site, www.feralchildren.com. It's fascinating account of all of the children that have been raised in the wild. I mean we've all seen The Jungle Book, but to think there is whole Web site devoted to this topic. Anyway, you'll see if you check out the site that not all of these stories are a. believeable or b. just focused on being raised by animals--meaning--one of these children were extremely abused and haven't fully developed normal habits. And that's enough on this topic.

Have I mentioned the premiere of The Family Guy? Brilliant...

Signing off - gots to shower.