*waves*

It did occur to me that under the circumstances you folks might think I was off somewhere in the throes of a swivet.

Really, I'm not.

I have to say that I'd almost be tempted to be in the throes of a swivet just so I'd have an excuse to say "throes of a swivet" (throesofaswivetshroesofaswivetthroesofaswivet) but then it hit me that I'd have even more excuse to say throes of a swivet while I was explaining that I wasn't in one.

Instead, I'm going to be at a red hat ladies' luncheon, followed by pot roast at the American Legion, and then maybe they'll let us stay up to watch them roll up the interstate.

If I were going to find something to describe my weekend, so far I'd say the safest money is on "not urban."

If you can come up with something I wouldn't do in all this heat, don't do it (or at least not until you turn on the air conditioner).

I'm a man (badadadadum) A big brave Republican man (badadadadum) Bring it right on (badadadadadum)

unless you're a skinny old man in your seventies and, you know, in the same room, in which case I'll be wanting a man with a gun to get between us just in case.