Friend, fellow Houstonian, and infrequent APCB commenter FFF finally gazed into the abyss and decided to start her own blog. You can check it out here.
I'm not at liberty to tell you much about the author, except that The Wife was in her wedding, and I tried getting her soon-to-be husband loaded at the country club bar, but ended up requiring a ride home myself. What else...her son is almost as cute as She Who Shall Not Be Named, she's almost as bad as my spouse is with directions, and she's one of maybe ten people in the world I wouldn't want to play Trivial Pursuit against.
Also, this excerpt from one of her entries spoke to me (not the James Blunt part):
Part the First: This is the kind of boring one. I was talking to a friend this weekend about the excellent James Blunt CD that I have been listening to lately. On the CD, there is a track called Tears and Rain that mentions Dorian Gray, from the book by Oscar Wilde. I'd heard of The Picture of Dorian Gray, of course, but confessed I'd never read it.
I have read it, not that anyone should feel bad about my being a lowly history major and yet still finding time to check it out, heavens no. I bring this up because, as I'm forced to look at my graying and increasingly craggy visage in the mirror every morning, I've become convinced that in some as-yet undiscovered attic there's a portrait of me in which I'm completely bereft of laugh lines, crows' feet, or Donahue-like hair. I want to burn that picture, until I remember that guy's still making $5.50 an hour working the graveyard shift at 7-11.
And then I almost pity him.
That game is still under review with the, uh, Board Game Complaint...Board.
Thanks for the plug, Pete! Also, under The Rule of Optional Completeness, I thought I'd explain about the Trivial Pursuit thing. Pete is wicked smart about all sorts of obscure details and I would always put my money on Pete to win a Trivial Pursuit game against anyone, including me, who is just not worthy. But I will never forget how me, The Wife and another girlfriend won the winning pie piece when we were asked a multiple choice question about some event in Mozart's life and yours truly was able to figure out the correct year by singing the Falco song. Them's the breaks, Pete.