I'm back. I think. Maybe.

Read the end of Dewey today. You know, the book, the New York Times #1 Bestseller on the world famous library cat of Spencer, Iowa. The book I gave my dad for Father's Day when he was expecting a book on golf. The book my mother then read and adored. The book I am now reading (of course, I skipped to the end when I couldn't stand the suspense any longer). The book I shall pass on to the first person who asks for it. Bawled my eyes OUT. Loved up on Robby for the rest of the day.

It really pays to give a book you want to read as a gift to a close family member. You can swipe it so easily. Or not. You can just ask to borrow it outright. Whichever way feels less cheesy.

I really have a lot to write about my vacation. But today I shall keep it easy. We got to go to the pitiful Rays game yesterday. The all-important play-off game that became the dud of the season. The only thing interesting that happened the whole afternoon was that on the way to the game I had to stop the car at a red light. I was first in line in my lane. This foreign looking man is crossing the street on foot. He looks straight through the windshield at me and decides to stop. He stares a hole straight through me. THEN, he does a hootchie-kootchie dance, right there in front of our car. He is wearing Spandex shorts down to his knees...and nothing else, I'm afraid, other than his black curly bowl hair do. He put on quite the show and enjoyed himself immensely. Well. I tell you what, it takes all kinds. Lately, I am attracting all kinds. Which, of course, wouldn't surprise DTD. Mike and I were dumbfounded. Oh, wait a minute. This was the day before that game. It was the Rays first play-off game, which was also dismal. I was driving Mike and Nick to the game so they wouldn't have to park. This is when Spandex Mexican set his soul free.

Did this qualify as a blog? I guess so.

What have you all been up to the last couple of weeks?

KEM...is still in the ring