Wait, what?

Well, that could be the worst NaBloPoMo showing in the history of BloPo-ing. I guess I took an inadvertent internet hiatus last week; out of nowhere I became obsessed with finding a place to get married and I couldn't rest until I'd seen every venue inside a forty mile radius. Even better it rained a lot last week, so I spent a lot of that time shivering under an umbrella while the chick at the Hyatt explained how awesome it would be to get married in a courtyard surrounded by three swimming pools and yes, that is a working water slide, why do you ask?

I did ultimately find a place to get married. Once I've got it all finalized I'll share.

I also wrangled Randy into helping me clean out our bedroom closet for the first time ever. I got caught up in the liberation and ended up accidentally donating ninety-eight percent of my wardrobe to charity. There are literally twenty-seven articles of clothing hanging on my side of the closet right now, and five of those are nightgowns. My jeans are in the wash so today I'm wearing my college graduation gown and ski pants.

A new issue of The Plug is out and as usual I highly recommend it. Particularly the calendar, particularly June. I've already downloaded my copy and I'm heading out to get it laminated at Staples. Should I wear my mortar board? Or is that too showy.