Another anniversary.

Last year, we spent the day in Washington, and it was hot. Today, it was breezy, sunny and gorgeous just like in 1997. We stayed in Baltimore and only went as far from home as bike-less legs would carry us. Tomorrow, we go to the Fell’s Point Festival, like our first date. Last year, I spent the whole festival in a bar because it was hot and the beer was cold. Not tomorrow, though.  I also plan on eating more this year.  Yes!  Last year, it was only very bad fried rice that I largely just spilled into my flip-flop.  It was a hemp shoe and got very sticky.  Ick.

I have fall-scented candels burning.  And James playing.  Just had some coffee.  Will have some more.

My father bought a Mustang GT Friday.  The same red as his V6 Mustang that he inherited from Mrs. Mom.  You know how I feel about car ownership.  That is, car ownership for me.  If you wanna drive, that’s cool.  But his new car is very pretty.  I think I might have to steal it for a joyride.  Cuz, you know, grand theft auto is funny.

I’m trying not to sound stuck-up, self-righteous or any other hyphenated thing.  Really.

Call me stupidly drunk on love, loving and loveliness like, well, a love drunk.  Today, I am exempt.  Thank you.  I am sappy today.  Thank you.  Maybe tomorrow for a while, too.  Thank you.

Do not listen to me.  Or try this at home.