At present, I am blogging furiously with a chomping Rottweiler behind me and so many mosquito bites on my feet it makes it unpleasant to just sit. Remember that movie where Eddie Murphy is in jail and he says a good breeze gives him a stiff dick? Wind here makes my feet itch. There's not enough deet in this world to keep those Upstate New York blood suckers away from me. They're like house pets.

New York has been rather down home. As always. I've been out picking berries (as evidenced so carefully) and building pergolas and putting up cherries.

I had to go get a manicure and pedicure with Grandmommy the other day just to in fact remind myself that YES, I am a city girl. I s'pose I just could've gone to the mall or some other ridiculous gesture like that. Being unemployed is not one of my favorite states.

Afternoons and evenings have consisted of cold beer and Guy's subs and Catch Phrase and Uno Attack. Amazingly enough, I don't think the children have seen a TV on for three days. And they are still normal.

As much as I don't like being home because there are too many things to get involved with, I must say that it is rather peaceful up here. And green.

Dear Gentleman in the mall: I know you're selling cell phones. Please don't talk to me. I don't want to talk to you. If I put my hands up in a gesture that indicates that I don't have a cell phone? Please accept it.

Yeesh. I guess I shouldn't blog when I feel so, so...comfortable.

Happy Saturday.