Long weekends rock. I called Bazzukajoe earlier to wish him a Habby Bort-day and to listen to Ellexa climb on things she shouldn't be climbing on. Ha! Serves him right.

The weather is warm here at Berea-Rose, though there should be some thunder-storms rolling past throughout the weekend -- I say, bring it on. I got a jug of Fortissimo at the ready and the grill is in a somewhat more sheltered part of the backyard now that I've rearranged everything by the back door. I should post some photographic documentation -- maybe at the end of the weekend I'll have some.

And as for this blog, I described it to Frylock this week as a stray strand of spaghetti that somehow misses the pot of boiling water, gets scorched a bit by the burner, gets pushed to the back of the stove, and slowly gathers grease, dust and little hairs until someone finally cleans the kitchen.

Yeah, this blog needs help.