Punch and Judy

The puppeteer who operates Cindy McCain really isn't very good.

Ugh...

Send some good health karma our way ... there seems to be a bug in the Buchwald/Thomas household, and not the adorable six-legged variety that skitters away when you turn on the lights.

When Neil was a little boy, according to his mother, he would occasionally announce that he couldn't go to school because he had a case of "the blahs". Unfortunately this is more a case of "the blechs". At least Louie seems to have been spared, but we have extra seltzer water and bitters should he prove otherwise. It seems to be Neil's turn to sleep, poor guy, and mine to sit on the couch feeling sorry for myself.

Happy Monday!

L-O-L-A

The aptly named, gender-confused Lola makes her/his singing debut.

Lola would be the bird, by the way. Erika is playing the role of the perch. I'm the one filming with the laugh of a heavyset man:

"Why I love my dog reason #4,629"

He makes an excellent pillow:


(not to mention his French toast ...)

... or highwater

First to id this locale gets a copy of my book ... which is to say, the book that I edited. 'Twas a labor of love.

I hope you'll love it too.

emailez-moi.

Nevermore

Semantics

Maybe I told you this already. One day while we were in Utah in June, we were hanging out in the hotel pool. We met a couple from (I think) southern California, who were very friendly. We told them it was one of our birthdays, and what our plans were for the evening. Invited them to come by the suite. They asked:

"Do you party?"

Um ... how do you answer that? "Party" means different things to different people. Do we drink? Do drugs? Swing? Enjoy a good laugh?

They stopped by after birthday dinner. As it turns out, "party" means "drink Grand Marnier".

And there you have it. After one month, this is what I have to offer.

I'm back. Won't leave you hanging like this again.

Happy autumn.