Baby, it’s hot outside.

It’s hot enough outside – although it’s only going to get hotter – I don’t want to listen to how bad it is in Iraq. I’m tired of people killing each other. Seriously. What I really need to do is stop listening to the evening news as we’re over ten minutes into it and the only things they are talking about is people killing each other here and abroad. Stop it, people.

In much more pleasant news, we’re going to Big Sur for the weekend. It’sll be much cooler and there is no news source! I shall bring s’mores fixings. And lovely runny cheese. And My Jessika’s watermelon salad. And my carrot salad. And a tri-tip to throw on the camp fire. And corn on the cob. And my featherbed. And down comforter. And down pillows. Shut up.

Watch this place for some news about our vacation plans next summer. They involve water, a boat, and some amazing scenery. More conversations and some budgeting need to take place before they can be announced. However they are amazing enough that the excitement kept me awake until the wee hours of this morning. Then I took a pill and fell into a blissful sleep. And then I woke up with little pill hangover. I hate that. They should put that on the bottle. “Don’t take these as you’re gonna wanna nap all day tomorrow. Trust us. Oh sure, we look all pink and pretty now, but tomorrow is going to suck the life right out of you. We promise.” Just like “Volvo – we’re boxy, but good.” It could work.

Ok, turn off the news, Countess Shell. Now they are telling me there is a housing slow down. See, we’re not yet ready to sell the house. We have a lot of work to do before we can begin to think about selling the house. Mostly the whole damn place needs some sort of baseboard and quarter round. That isn’t going to take five minutes. Oh, and the new buyers might want some actual flooring on the staircase. Sigh. Having said that, we’re looking at a house in the hills of Woodside tomorrow night.

Who ever decided to put television shows on DVD is deserving of the Nobel Prize. Right, up there with the guy who invented cupcakes and potato chips. I am loving Firefly. And I am waiting ever so impatiently for Grey’s Anatomy to come out this summer so we can catch up on season two. Quite simply brilliant to let me have a marathon whenever I want. Or I can mix it up and have an Aaron Sorkin marathon. A little Sports Night, add American President, back to Sports Night and finish up with a West Wing. Brilliant.

David is going to work late tonight so we can blow out of the Bay Area early on Friday night. This means I can have whatever I want for supper. I can have whatever I like for supper any day, but there are things David doesn’t like – such as eggs. And I try to be accommodating to his violently vomitous reaction to eggs. Tonight I shall have scrambled eggs with some fresh chives and sourdough toast. I shall do that right now.