I think it’s odd to laugh out loud when you’re alone in the room, and in my case it tends to startle Scruffy.  I try, then, not to, but you — and you know who you are — sent me clips and then I looked for more clips and one that I found was this:

You’re the #%$@!

While I watched it, alone, I laughed out loud. 

If I weren’t so busy today, what I’d do is make all of you lunch.  But unfortunately I’m busy, I’ve got a headshot to take, for one.  Can you come take my headshot?  I’ve got to do it by noon and I’ve got a head and an iPhone and that’s how I hope it will happen.  You could send me a shot of you, though, of your head and that would be helpful, too.

Flannery O’Connor, in addition to the chickens, took snuff to school to bother the nuns and made castor oil sandwiches so the kids would stay out of her lunch.  That’s all I have right now, I mean it. 

I’ve got Queen playing loud in the garage and Callas in the house.  I thought nothing odd of it until John came here and he thought something odd of it.  It’s not like Reese’s candies, though, where the chocolate’s smooshed in the peanut butter; there’s no mingling here.  If you walk outside or in the guest house you’ll hear KGON, they sometimes play Queen.  If you choose instead to sit in the main house with me, we’ll hear Callas. 

Either way there will be lemonade. 

I’m nostalgic, a bit, it snuck up on me at 2:08.  I’ve got an urge to watch The Odd Couple, I’ve got it on DVD.

I’ve also got an urge — let’s all try to squelch it — to buy chickens. 

 Good luck getting home.

This is why there’s just one show a week:  I took the hamplets to school.  I did it because G. asked me to and also I’ve no common sense.  Hamplets, I came to realize at 8:17, are gross.  They were furry and cute and sleeping in their house and all I asked of them was a quick 20 minutes out, then back furry and cute and sleeping in their house.  G. had a shoebox ready to go, she put in a little food.  There was a struggle about the box, they don’t take to me.  And then seconds after they got in the box there was urine.  It was everywhere, and then feces flung at the walls like monkeys. 

Hamplets are gross.   When walked around a room of 7-year-olds for viewing there was, again, flung feces.  Some spilled onto desks.  I do not know how to make this up to Mrs. Radcliffe.  Fortunately no more DiFalcos are coming her way, that I’m aware.

On another note, Friday’s my birthday and I’ve prepared you a list.  Here are some things I want, work it out among yourselves:

Gum.  There’s one in a yellow package, I think it’s Trident.  It’s a tropical fruit flavor and my favorite, but in absence of that any nice gum will do.

Paper towels, I’m out.

A new sponge, mine’s frayed.  I like the green and yellow kind.

The Principles of Uncertainty.  I like Maira Kalman.

A green dry-erase marker.  Mine’s disappeared and I use green for Jr.’s things on the calendar

The sectional at Ethan Allen, they should have it in my file. 

My painting from Luke Zimmerman, I just need you to pick it up, I’m very busy this week.  It’s a knot.

Red peppers.  Or even orange is fine, but not green.

I’ll add to this as the week goes on, feel free to send your own suggestions … here.