Alphabet Boy

I am by no means confident that this has worked, but in theory I have just attached a video of Patrick electrifying the nation with the letters M, N and Q.

Our guests left this morning after a four-day visit and I have the pleasant sense of release that accompanies the departure of any house guest. I like them and they put their bed linen in the laundry room before they left- but guests are work. You can't just rummage around the cupboards and then ask if Cheerios and shiraz sound good to everybody or would they prefer to make their own dinner? This isn't the Greenbrier but we have our standards.

Steve doesn't understand this concept. If he had his druthers we would have a shuttlebus running back and forth from the airport, loaded with our nearest and dearest and that couple we met in Santiago. He envisions me constantly clasping an earring on while the doorbell rings and a pork roast sizzles in the oven- how delightful- as he beams like Mr. Rourke. Welcome! Welcome! Tattoo, of course, would understand what a pain in the ass it is to carry all those drinks and luggage with small hands. We don't fight about it. Steve just wears me down with repetition: "When are we having the Truly Borings over?" or "Why don't we see if The Guy Who Told Us How Much Money He Makes and his wife want to come out for dinner on Friday-Saturday-next Friday?" So his guests finally came and he was happy and now they are finally gone and I am happy. A marital success story.

The talk-to-me function here has some limitations, but we should try it anyway. There's a comment link to click somewhere down yonder. Let me know if the video works and that you were here and whether you'll ever come back again so I can get a sense of just how much of a waste of money this is. Pushing it into a pile and burning it waste, or lipstick shade I like but makes me look yellow waste?

Julia