NOT about the giant squid

what a sorry lot we've become. I am a busy bee so i will post you know, soon and stuff.
Promise!

The Lonely Widower

None of us want this blog to turn into the Family Circus (er, well, one of us secretly does), but here's a strange little conversation Sophie and I had last night:

Sophie: Someday I'll be as tall as you, daddy.
Me: Yeah, maybe when you grow up.
Sophie: Then we can get married.
Me: Well, you can't marry your daddy, but you'll find another boy to marry.
Sophie: Like maybe someone whose wife died.
Me: Yeah...or maybe someone who hasn't been married before.
Sophie: No! Someone whose wife died, and he'll be lonely and want another wife!

Itchy Fingers and Peeps

I really tried to post the other day, honest! It was probably predestined not to be due to the graphic nature. I was discussing the word "finger" and how it just sounds creepy. Moist finger. 'Nuff said.
Yesterday autumn seemed like it wanted to begin though this unseasonable warm spell is determined to beat fall back. Too little, too late, Mr. Summer! You squandered your time; it's autumn's turn!
Well, needless to say, I filled my pockets with horse chestnuts and looked at Halloween stuff at the Fred Meyer. Long live Fall! Time to get out the fairy tales, the Schumann, the map to the Corn Maize! It couldn't have come at a better time (though I guess it always comes at this time).
But just as everything seems to be falling out of focus for me, the one time of year I love more than all others COMBINED ...yeah i know. I sound kinda gay. Well I'm kinda gay for fall.
Gotta run.