I have to remember not to respond to my friend’s blogs after having a drink. In part, of course, because I have not been writing in my own blog.

;o)

I'm getting into John Irving novels, thanks to a recommendation from A. They are a fast read, and no matter how many pages I get through before bed, there is always a little humor, sex and ridiculousness.

I think the Olympics is the greatest concentration of beautiful people. Screw the fake boobs of L.A. and the fake blonds of Tucson, and the intimidating minds of the ivy leagues. If I didn't already have a man I'd be all over getting to the Olympics! Maybe I could take up curling.