[Photo:  Anthony DiFalco]

This week all headings will come straight from The Good Wife.  Whoopee!

I saw Bill, he remembered Austin, he’s still the one.  (By the way, it was 2005 not 6, and Liz Smith mentioned it in her column because I told her about it the next morning in the Senate Chambers of the Austin Capitol Building … while we were waiting for, yep, Bill.)

Speaking of Austin, Lisa Austin came to my house. 

You’d think I have more; I don’t.  Except that it’s cold here and they’re cutting concrete a few feet away.  See you in the funnies, as they say.

My friend Anna is the best garlic farmer I know.  Seriously!  She grows wide, squat Bogatyr garlic from Russia for crying out loud.  Buy their garlic, or a CSA share or I won’t take you to see my friend Bill. 

Yes, Bill, my bf Bill.  Remember how I charmed him in Austin?  Well, I didn’t really tell you but it’s true, I was very charming.  Now he’s coming to Mac tomorrow and I can’t tell you how or I’d have to kick you, but I have face time.  Sent our SSNs off to secret service yesterday.  My kids will shake his hand and then when one of them winds up president they’ll put the picture of shaking his hand in their office. 

M. told me to remind him that I now live on “Bills” street.  (The last time we got together I lived on Barnsdale).  Nice one, M.  I’ll steal the sign tonight so he can take it home. 

Okay, Friday takeaways:  Buy Garlic.  Vote for His Wife. 

There is snow on my ground, which I resent, because it’s April (practically) and I purposely chose a mild climate because I’m not cut out for this sort of thing.

The morning, by most accounts, went better than planned, A.  I know you wonder.  I gave them buddies to color at breakfast and then fold up and pocket for strength.  Jr. named his buddy “Buddy”, G. named hers “Mom.”  I think we’ll prevail.

Mr. Clinton is nearby this afternoon, I RSVP’d.  This would mean pulling the kidlets out and exposing them to oration, but there are worse things.  Being born male in a praying mantis family, for instance.  You all know the girls eat the boys during sex. What you may not know is that it’s generally only the skinny girls who do. Because they’re hungry.  (Beware of salad-eaters, praying mantis men. They make up for it in time.)

We learned this, of course, at the bug zoo, you must go.

He was working on making this happen when we had dinner. (Click on “walk of fame archives” — October 28, 2006, though it was actually 2005.)

In other news, I’m slicing new potatoes!

(Helen, call me today if you get a chance. I don’t have any of your numbers on my cell phone and when I call your son to ask he says in a really low, scratchy voice, “I’m in a meeting.”)

Yawn, I know. Hey, it’s slow here, what do you want?

… Dave Brubeck, the king of 5/4 time turned 83 two days ago …. my flowers were late. I’m practicing Blue Rondo Ala Turk, by the way, which is in 9/8 time and also my bf’s favorite song.

I’m posting from the library and the guy across from me reeks of Aqua Velvet, the girl next to me is making odd sounds. Maybe she wants to mate him.

Watch Doug Saturday, remember, not Friday and then call me this weekend with fun plans. Let’s go to the mall! Let’s hang out! Let’s sniff glue and sew buttons on a dress!

Happy weekend. Hey, and psst! Shanthi … is this why you married a midwest farm boy?

President Clinton stumps for Jim Webb, it’s about 15 minutes. Best thing I ever linked to.