When geeks marry geeks, this is the last thing you expect to hear:

Me: So ... are you liking camp?
My son: Yeah!
Me: What do you like best about it?
My son: The sports.

Considering that in this household, a sunny, breezy, 78 degree summer day is considered to be the perfect day to sit by a window and read, and my husband and I sit companionably in the living room of an evening playing with our laptops, while one child plays Nintendo DS and the other one plays GameCube games ... well, I'm speechless.

"Shucks, folks ... I'm speechless."

You know what's weird?

Getting praised on the internet by total strangers. Right now, over on Essential Day Spa (I think) this completely lackluster piece of shit blog* has just been called "hilarious."

Which makes me feel ... I don't know ... kind of dumb. Because I'm a discerning reader, and I know funny when I read it. Badger is funny, for example.

So now I'm thinking I should register on the site so I can demur. And tell them to go over to see Badger instead. And I don't want to do that, because what the hell-- readers are readers, even if I'm getting them under false pretenses.

Also, to tell the truth, I'm really not a spa person, unless the masseuse or facialist promises to duct-tape her mouth shut. Oh, and to turn off that idiotic New Age music they're always playing. So how much do I want to go join a spa forum? To tell them not to read my blog? Not much.

So, I'm grateful for the plug. But I just don't feel hilarious. I'm ... wait for it ... funny that way.

* Albeit with--OK, I'll say it--great punctuation. OK, I know that sounds really egotistical, but it's true. There's no point in going all false modesty about it; I am the Princess of Punctuation. I mean, did you see that semi-colon back there? Well, stick with me and you'll be strewing semi-colons around like Jackson Pollack on crack.