Newscoma

I don’t make it. But Homer does and she will cut you if you come into her kitchen.

Seriously.

On-going aspect of life at Chez Coma with Mabel. She is a liberal dog with a conservative sensibility. We have learned to agree to disagree.

And yeah, she is the canine child who hates blogging of any kind. Cuts down on her slobbery lovin’.

Fascist.

I want to know more…

That’s why I’m going to this.

I’m hoping to meet Lynnster and anyone else who wants to go have a beer or a cup of coffee, but I’m so psyched about the workshops that I can’t even think straight. And if the Powers That Be let me, I’m going to submit some stories on it. And that they let me go makes me want to smother them in warm kisses (albeit very innocent kisses as they are married. You know, the friendship kind of grateful ones. Damn, I get myself in trouble.)

And the kicker is that after a rather crappy 2006, Squirrel Queen signed up to go yesterday as well.

I’m stoked.

Anyone up for some Columbian (coffee, freaks) or hopps and barley? Drop me a line and I’ll e-mail you with what I’m up for.

Freakin’ Stoked.

I have no doubt that Brittney and Cuppa already know about this but if you go here to Side Salad, Jeff is reporting you can get your own personalized ringtone from David Lynch.

H/T : Side Salad

I’m working on updating my links and getting you guys who aren’t on here … umm … on here?

If I haven’t picked you back up from the old place, it’s an accident. Just let me know and I’ll add you again.

I hate housekeeping but I like a clean house.

There in lies the problem.

And the main thing to remember is that as dismal as life can sometimes appear to be, it can also be fabulous.

Tammy Lynette sent me an email this morning. Her son, who lives in Colorado called her and apparently said he needed to see her.  She loves her kids more than you will ever know.

He was less than a half a block away. She had no idea.
Surprise.

Talk about a feel good story for the weekend. I’m so happy for her.

Let us be completely clear. Mabel does this all the time.

All. The. Time.

She’s a heathen and we are spending Friday night watching bad television. That’s how we hang. I’m sorry that she is so slutty but it is her way.

I am not ashamed.

Good.