Well, as you will see, I have nothing uproarously funny or exciting to report, so you get the boring old diary format, again:

My son will be visiting from San Diego for a few days. Ozzy and Sparky are doing well on the toilet training. We've made zero to little progress on the restaurant, but spring is here now, so maybe things will pick up in that area.

My mother-in-law and her new husband will be going on a 2 month road trip in Dan's new monster van, (the thing looks like a friggin' school bus) back East to visit family on both sides. I can't even imagine what that adventure will cost them, but hey, they ain't gettin' younger, in their seventies and Nana, Bev's mother, is mid-eighties I think. They better go now, if they wait for the gas prices to go down they might as well wait to see people in the hereafter. Hope they have fun and bring back some salt and pepper shakers for my collection.

Bill Maher off until August and Deadwood's last episode is this Sunday. Whaa! Still catching up on all the West Wings we missed.

A trip to NYC to see Spamalot seems out of the question...

We'll be giving the Ren Fair a miss this year--can't spend the dough right now. I better order my Garlic Lemon Garni over the internet. What was that chick's name, now? It was on a lime green paper--I'll find it.

Ohhhh, speaking of knowing where stuff IS, we did a massive spring clean and organization of the house. Whew. Hard work but feels good to be de-junked and less dusty and musty. I got rid of about 7 hefty bags of outdated clothing, groddy shoes, purses and a ton of funky makeup. A monitor box full of crap we didn't need to hang on to. Not a total clean sweep but a good amount done.

Holding with tradition we'll be spending part of MDW with our friends, Junie and Barker, up in Longmont (near Denver). It will be fun to see them.

I have a poem titled 'Go Fish', coming out on Melic Review this month. Cool!

Medical problems for John continue--medical appointments a good part of this month. We're hoping it's nothing too serious. (of course we are--what a brilliantly stupid thing to say--as if we'd be hoping for bad news or surgery, etc.)

Thunderstorm season begins soon--nice to watch the fireworks from the porch in the evenings.

Das es alles fer now, volks!

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