And subsequently, to coffee tables. With brown rings on my cover from where somebody used me as a coaster.
Because--tah dah!--my blog has become a magazine. Soon I'll be found on newstands everywhere, nestled coyly between Town & Country and Martha Stewart Living. Or maybe Simple Living and Old House Interiors.
I mean, why blog when you can publish a glossy magazine?
OK, I made this last February. And then forgot to post it. Or something. And I came over to my flickr account looking for a picture of That Stud Muffin I Married making pasta to prove to Joke that of course making fresh pasta at home is easy. My husband does it.
And then I became distracted (and gee, that never happens. Hey, maybe I should check my email.) And found this. And decided to use it as an entry.
Anyway, here it is.
Sooner or later I will post an entry about my mother's visit, and how we went to Abraham Lincoln's house in Springfield, not to mention Abe's Presidential Library. And didn't even have a single argument.
But seriously, I need to check my email. I mean, it's been what--four minutes?
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