Just turned 35. Not me. The comic. Click the box to the left for the latest issue.
The smell of baked bread is wafting through the house. But I don't get any today; this is attempt number two to make use of that old breadmaker and all I have to show for it is a large, imploded, half-burned, half raw loaf. I will triumph eventually, even if I have to make the bread by hand. Breadmaking is a lost art, I think. We'll see how it goes.
I start classes tomorrow morning. Wish me luck with it, though not too much luck. We'll see how that goes too. I'll give you a report on Friday.
I got to see Rachel and Brian this weekend. I was glad they visited; they are as dear to me as ever. You know those rosaries that they were s'posed to bring us all back from Rome? Well, a thieving Frenchman made off with their backpack in Paris, and the rosaries went with them. They never actually got blessed by the Pope, even though poor Brian followed the Pope practically all over Italy (earning him that name Popestalker). They did manage to return with a few postcards and such, and books of art.
I really want to see all those wonders myself one day. I'll take 1000 digital pictures and make a UberEuro blog. Oh, look there's that word "uber" again. When did that become such a common piece of slang on this side of the world?
Congrats to the LSUites who made Tigerband. ^_^
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