Not a lot of blog action lately.
(Too much blah action.)
Got home from Ireland, jet-lagged, and started coughing.
It's too early for a cold.
I spent the evening with four of my favorite men:
sons, husband, step-son. I LOVE cooking up a mess of food
for a bunch of guys. Even better when one of them cleans up.
Sat on the couch with my boys and laughedlaughedlaughed.
Nelson, who works in a pizza restaurant, said that a man
came in last week, and said, in a Spanish accent,
"I would like a small cock."
The girl working the counter beside Nelson
ran back into the kitchen and laughed herself silly.
Nelson said "WHAT????"
(The customer wanted a small coke.)
When my boys (ages 22 and 24) get going with their
grade-school potty humor they forget that
THEIR MOTHER IS SITTING THERE.
When I mentioned to Reilly that it feels like autumn outside
he reminded me that it's because it is autumn.
And that about sums it up.