Second post in March, wh-WHOO!

New rules! I'm going to try to post more than twice a month. This can only mean a drop to an all-time low in standards. Bulleted lists galore. A blog version of Twitter. Here we go.

Today

It is 45 degrees out, yet the ice cream truck has thrice driven by our house. The song it plays is "La Cucaracha." Not exactly what I want to hear in relation to ice cream.

Smart boy

The other day we were sitting around the table after dinner. Out of the blue, Shmooie said "Daddy, you're sirty-sree." We affirmed that Daddy is, indeed, 33. Then I said "How old am I, Shmoo?" He thought about it and said "you're twenty-six."

Book review

I finished What Is the What several weeks ago. My six-word review: "Please read this book. It's amazing." Got to go to the One Book, One Philadelphia finale last week. The entire crowd beamed when Valentino Achak Deng entered the room. Podcast is here.

Comments

[Courtney]

Welcome back to blogging. I missed you!

[sgazzetti]

You know, I find that being able to let people know I am not dead in a ditch somewhere via Twitter is slowly replacing my need to post on the blog. Except for the occasional photograph, Twitter is scratching the itch. Are you doing it? If so, why aren't I following you?

[Niki]

I should just adopt the short blog post format too. Maybe if I don't require myself to write a NOVEL every time I blog I could do it more often. May steal your idea.

Schmoo knows of what he speaks. You are obviously to young and vibrant to be a thirty something.