Nothing other than a dusting of arbitrary, driftless commentary:
~Mrs. G. and her family just returned home from a family wedding on the Oregon Coast. Other than the occasional, inevitable concurrence of love and less love that five days of sharing one bathroom and unbroken family fellowship can rouse, it was a lovely trip. It wasn't until the last forty minutes of the return drive home that one of Mrs. G's kids announced he was only just then nauseated by everyone in the car. This seemed fair and reasonable and no one in the car took offence.
~ Due to some recent less than gold foil starred results from a yearly physical, the G. family is about to undergo some fairly radical dietary changes. This is going to be especially challenging because Mr. and Mrs. G. in the last couple of years have lost their former zest for the art of cooking and gained an affection for the art of assembling...assembling the plates around the take-out teryaki or assembling the garlic bread around the Stouffer's lasagna Fifteen years ago, Mr. and Mrs. G. were faced with similar less than gold starred results from a yearly physical and made these same fairly radical dietary changes with passion and discipline. And then a year or three down the line, one of them brought home a package of thick cut, Applewood smoked bacon and that was the beginning of the end. If she comes across any simple recipes that are unanimously enjoyed by her carnivorous tribe, Mrs. G. will share them. Don't expect any pretty pictures or recipes involving tofu, tempeh, seitan, Bragg's Amino Acids, nutritional yeast or agar agar.
~Mrs. G. is considering embarking on another one of her female centered social experiments that will undoubtedly be deemed tacky and draw criticism. No, it does not involve sharing weekly wide angled shots of her ass. Just the fact that she is taking time to consider it rather than just immediately move full steam ahead (its 1:25am and her fingers are a twitching) shows some level of personal growth. She is giving you all the credit.
~Mrs. G. has received a few emails from SARK lovers. They go something like this:
~Mrs. G. might be the only woman who didn't know this but if you have a shelf-like bosom that requires gutsy, aggressive, iron-willed support, this is a great place to shop for your breasts. This is not a paid endorsement. It is a public service announcement.
~The motorcycle purchase is still a contentious subject around these parts. Tension was abating until Mrs. G. drove across the 520 Bridge this sunny afternoon and saw couples serenely kayaking along Union Bay and the Montlake Cut by Lake Washington.