Cathy in the Wright

Under The Better Late Than Never Category...

I hate to not keep a promise. Aelfheld, if you're still reading...this one is for you:

He was one of eight. The operative word here being "was." As of last Thursday, he and his companions were shot, beheaded, disemboweled, and headed for the butcher shop. As were their good friends, the steers. This year I was not around for the ceremonies, but I don't imagine Denny has changed his methods much in the last few years.

Finding time to blog has been more than a small chore this summer. Between The Senator getting some needed tutoring and Tae Kwon Do lessons and trying to spend as much time as possible at the cabin, I haven't been in front of the computer much at all. I have, however, been behind the wheel of my car far too often. So much so, that today I couldn't stop thinking what a real luxury it was to ride in a school bus because for once it was someone else who had to worry about getting from A to B. The Senator's Boy Scout troop arranged a field trip to an amusement park. To the fair, James, and take the scenic route.

The amusement park had enough blog fodder to keep me in material for months. I realize that the younger set has boldly decided it is okay for bra straps to not only be visible, but coordinate with the camisole top, but sweet Zeus...it is not okay to show the big, wide, 5-hook bottom band of one's white Platex DD. This, I know. Legislators need to quit worrying about mandatory seat belt laws and banning trans fats and focus.

Well, I guess this about wraps up my July post. I must say I've missed writing. And I felt pretty forlorn reading about the latest MOB gathering which I was unable to attend. Thank you, Mitch, for thinking of me.

See you all in August, if not sooner.

**does the text look irritatingly teeny-tiny on your screen as well? I'm not sure what happened.