let's just pretend

that I've already written the compulsory "I'm back in the blogging saddle" post.

So now that that's taken care of I can write about uh some of the very um compelling things that I've certainly been thinking about. Definitely.

Or

I have discovered the plethora of crap I can watch instantly on my lap top (does anybody else say lab top?) from netflix. I barely ever watch tv or even movies but Baby is in Brazil and the dogs sleep a lot and when she's away I don't, sleep that is. So I watched Spiderman 3, which I wouldn't have paid a dime to see in the theatre. But since living on my own I have developed a taste for stuff I would have turned my nose up at a year ago. Just because I can. I was dust mopping the floors in my overpriced organic panties one day when I suddenly blurted out "I like Lenny Kravitz." So I watched Spiderman 3. It's cheesy to the point of making me feel less vegan as a consumer. But I cried. When Aunt B or Aunt Mae or whatever talks about Uncle charlie or whatever proposing or whatever... I cried.
Whatever.
I cry easy. Storycorps on NPR makes me cry every Friday morning. I just hear the homey intro music and I start to fumble through my glove compartment for starbuck napkins to blow my nose on.
Baby's gone for a week and then home for just a few days then gone for another 10. So think of me at one in the morning, lying in bed with my lab top propped on my knees, eyes itching from staring at the screen and red with tears while I watch Pirates of the Caribbean or some such piece of crap.