And you would have to look rad.

I can work on that.

We won't be sticking to the set list anyway.

Of course! What was I thinking?

Whoa, flea! That sounds like a lot of weekend. Happy Birthday!

My weekend. Well, I'm not sure. I know there will be karate on Saturday. CJ will be at his dad's from Friday until late Sunday and K-Bug is working Saturday, so I think Saturday will also be my chore day. I get so much more done when they aren't home.

Sunday, K-Bug and I have been looking at lots of local happenings, but I think we have settled on the Taste of Colorado. I think.

I'm gonna draw, write, and tidy. Maybe catch a matinee of something, if there's anything interesting.

I just got age busted. Well, I busted myself a while back, but it came up in conversation. Two 30 year olds were talking, and one asked if I was 28. I smiled, and the other guy said "No, she used to watch Viv Richards and Gary Sobers play." "Whoa"

Yes, I'm old. Bite me. When I say I'm stuck in 80s music, I do mean from the first time round. It's not retro, it's nostalgia.

Happy birthday, flea!

I'm getting used to being the old fart in the room at my library classes. Last fall, I was chatting with my seat-mate in my cataloging class and told her how I've been with my current company since November 1992. She said, "Wow, I think I was starting preschool that fall." Yes, I know I'm ancient.

I am headed to the mountains with my best friend and our five kids. We are riding the Durango-Silverton train, seeing Mesa Verde and staying at a cool looking Bed & Breakfast.

Happy birthday and safe productive travels, flea!

I swear all the other Harper authors are these hotshots in their late (and sometimes early) twenties. I bring up books I read as a teen that they've never heard of. Good times.

Happy birthday, flea! And safe travels!

Yay, Stephanie, that sounds awesome! We've been meaning to do that train forever.

Weekend: Today--work. Saturday--farmer's market, where we pick up canning tomatoes, then canning, then local concert where the band has promised to play a punked out version of Happy Birthday to me, then church. Sunday, more church, chilling out. Monday, panicking because school starts the next day, OMG.

Happy birthday, Liese!!

This weekend: tonight I have a Gothic Charm School signing at the grand opening of the new gothy shop that's opened in Seattle (goodbye spending money!), then the rest of the weekend is kittenproofing the house, as we are releasing them from quarantine early next week.

I went dancing last night at a new club (two of my favorite DJs started a new night), and it was great. 80s, goth, industrial, and oh, the eye candy. At least two guys who looked like every New Wave gay boy I had a crush on in high school, and one who looked like a deathrock version of Pete Wentz.

Since the club is in the upstairs of one of the local "hip" bars, the crowd was an interesting mix. There were two gay boys of the "dudebro" fashion style (jeans, white belts, baseball caps) who were obviously FLYING on E. When they left, they bumped into me, decided I was the cutest doll they had ever seen, and had to dance with me for a few minutes. Then they got distracted by something else and stumbled down the stairs.