And the beat goes on...

So things continue in the land of the small town. Not always the way you want precisely, but nonetheless they continue. Hillbaby is good, had some minor growing pains, but so far everything seems to be going well. Have had a houseguest lately, and I must confess to being inordinately jealous and unpleasant to her. I have no small amount of guilt in this matter, but seem unable to restrain catty and mean spirited comments from slipping past my lips! Am working diligently on this very unfortunate problem.

Who knew that you could get bored with the life of the extracurricular? I would have never thought such a thing possible! But alas, here it is, I find that drunk, dirty, teeth optional, thirty something men, just don't do it for me anymore. What is the world coming too? Fortunately, there is the sexiest forty year old man who lets me live in his house. Ten minutes in a room with him is too many for me to restrain myself. I never would have thought that skinny men would be so much fun! Not too mention the piece de resistance, which has rather suprising proportions given the aforementiond skinniness. Much joy in the lust addled portion of the female brain!