1. When the Butcher went to get me asprin, he also brought me a Snickers.
2. I’ve emailed Lee about Colonel Sanders. Hopefully, he’ll have an answer. Why else would God have sent him this vision, if not as a sign of his destiny of knower of all things Kentucky?
3. I got the invite to Tiny’s baby shower. I laughed so hard that I cannot even tell you. The Shill is the first one of my close female friends to have a baby (we’re late bloomers, I guess) and everyone should have a good snarky pregnant friend. The Shill is the kind of friend who will tell you the truth about pregnancy–everything from the gas to the weird in-laws to the way you both want it to stop moving because it’s uncomfortable and how scared you get when you can’t feel it moving.
She’s the least girly pregnant woman ever and so the fact that the invitation came with a cute little bow just about did me in.
I have but two questions–1. Do I have to RSVP or is my plane ticket enough? and 2. There’s going to be a keg at this thing, right?
4. I found this awesome blog of a Nashville professor. I don’t know him, but I should. He’s already thinking some really interesting thoughts about blogging, especially from the perspective of a historian.