Isn't it grand? We're all playing volleyball outside at ten o'clock at night. I love the summer solstice, but the very next day, I swear you can feel it in your bones that the day is shorter. So enjoy the glorious long days before the 21st. And don't forget your wild and unbridled pagan solstice dance. Consider not doing it solo.
Vol. 111 No. 999
Mountains and snowdrifts bigger than your house were dumped on your heads for MONTHS (many of you wrote me on Facebook) and you were trapped indoors for days, maybe even weeks, had to reread all my books (suck ups), and all you did was whine and I kept telling you, MOVE! Do you think anyone did? Not that I heard. But now it is glorious May -- and guess what? No more frostbite, no more cabin fever, it's getting warm, the sun is shining for all its worth, the kids are nearly out of school (big yea!), and the smile on your face widens each day.
Are you ready for this? I've started on the 20th FBI book -- huge gasp and frozen disbelief (no, that was the ice cream brain freeze). Hard to believe The Cove came out in 1996, when I'd just turned sixteen and tried to talk my parents into piercing my nose. Yeah, that's a big whopper.
Vol. 666 No. 991
Did everyone survive the Ides of March?
No, the better question is, are you surviving Daylight Saving Time? Who would like to move to Arizona this time of year where they don't have DST, and all is normal and pleasant and you don't wake up in the bottom of a witch's cauldron, having lost an hour of your life, not to be returned if it so happens you croak before things return to normal in the Fall? But football surely will resurrect you. Trust me on this.
Vol. 552 No. 003
Happy Post Valentine's Day:
Hope you got indulged with chocolates and flowers to your eyebrows (all genders) and the consequences to chocolate and flowers were positive, more importantly, wild and fun, maybe a swinging chandelier part of the festivities.
Vol. 777 No. 113
Happy Super Bowl Sunday:
Prepare for a day of family and comrades with a ton of guacamole/chips, all gathered around the big honker TV, arguing, cheering, groaning, maybe wondering if you should punch out the person who's yelling against your team -- but hey, it's more fun if the group is mixed -- more cursing, more insults, more just plain good times, and maybe a touch of acrimony at the end when the side wins that isn't yours.