Babble on in Babylon

What, don’t tell me you thought that 12 hours of sustained, painful, racking vomiting would stop me from blogging?  Not for Nablopomo.  No way.  I may be weak, but I’m blogging, dammit.  I can has dollar now?

We had to cancel B’s birthday party at Chick-Fil-A.  It was to be him, one other boy and 8 other girls.  I still don’t understand how that kind of thing happens.  He has just as many boys as girls in his Mom’s Morning Out, but somehow when it gets around to handing out invitations, only the girls show up.  Sometimes.  I guess.  Question for the ages.

Whew, this is one terrible blob post.  I hope everyone forgives me.  I’ll understand if you don’t.  I wouldn’t read this mess.

Here’s what I would/am reading - The Last Jihad by Joel Rosenberg, the first book in his Political Thriller series.  It’s  a “what if we had taken out Al-Qaida but not Iraq” kind of scenario.  It’s pretty enjoyable, although the author does mention Tim Russert by name (he’s no longer living, for those of you that don’t particularly follow politics.)  Poor Tim.  We barely knew ye.

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