Dude, This Is Freakin' Me Out Right Here

I think this whole blogging gig has reached some new, weird level. As I'm thumbing through the Saturday morning paper, the Butcher's Wife comes into the room and says, "You've already had 300 hits today. But neither you nor Steve has posted since yesterday afternoon. Go and write something!"

Um...Yes, Dear......I think....

UPDATE: I tried to post something Lileks-like about raking leaves and pulling up the corpses of this year's crop of annuals. But while I was sitting at the computer, the Llama-ettes were engaged in a very boisterous game of Pirate Kidnappers. The two year old kept charging up and down the hall shouting "Never!" at the top of her lungs. I'll have to save that post for some other time (like maybe after I actually do get out and rake the leaves).