Blogger in Town

I now have brownies in the oven. Fausta, of Fausta’s Blog, is in town, and she invited me to have dinner with her family. Fausta was kind enough to interview me last year for her Blogtalkradio podcast. We somehow managed to score over 700 listeners. I offered to bring brownies, and she accepted, and then it turned out she couldn’t eat the damned things. But her family will like them.

I doubt I’ll have any brownies. I rarely indulge. But I bought three pints of blueberries, and tomorrow there will be cheesecake. God help me. I could not stop myself.

I rented a new P.O. box, in case anyone wants to send me copies of Eat What You Want and Die Like a Man – The World’s Unhealthiest Cookbook to autograph. SASE, please. Unless you want Marvin to have a new toy. I don’t really care which book you send. I’ll autograph the others, too. I have a feeling only one person will take me up on this, but so many people have asked, I had to give it a shot. Email me if you want the address.

The Post Office has a sign that says you can’t carry a weapon on the property. And that sign is way inside the building, so you have to be inside to see it. That’s government wisdom for you. It should say, “If you can read this, you have just committed a felony.”