I do not trust that this will even work; Typepad's been broken for days, and one thing that was fun was watching people yell at Typepad on Facebook. "MY BLOG IS CRUCIAL TO THE SURVIVAL OF THE SPECIES!!!"
Anyway. I'll yammer on at you and will be talking to myself, kind of like when I start off any story I tell to Ned with, "This reminds me of an episode of Sex and the City..."
Okay, so this will be a test post. Remind me to tell you:
About my fence, not that I've taken up fencing and I'm sticking swords in anyone.
All about my nausea. Oh, fill us in, June!
How Ned and I have a wonderful connection in that we hate everyone, particularly the people at the outdoor restaurant.
The science center (monkey sex!).
Ned's absence and how it will make my heart grow fonder, but as a substitute for Ned I've found merlot cheese, and mother of God, it is delicious. They should totally make cheese merlot now and come full circle. The circle of cheese.
Boom.
