Don't forget to come back tonight at 7 Eastern for Mince Words with June, my grand and glorious book club. We didn't assign an official food this time. Let's say snake and eagle jerky. You probably have that lying around.
So, see you tonight. But before I go, I'd like to discuss my nose.
My friend Marianne took this yesterday, and it's a whole story about how she made me this watch and then made me give it back like a Native American giver, and I will tell you that story on a different day, because I'm not even supposed to be posting right now.
But look in my nose holes. I only noticed this because I take 45 pictures of myself every day for this blog, and more than once some polite commenter has said, "You have something in your nose in that picture." But I don't (thanks, though). Years ago I was told I have a deviated septum, and I think it's getting worse, cause it's showing up on camera now. Also, if I close off the other nostril? I really can't, you know, BREATHE out of that one.
Do you have any idea how exciting this is? I may need SURGERY and I can say, "While you're in there, please remove that DING DANG BALL on the end of my nose." Oh, I hate that ball.
So that's my good news. Hooray! Hurrah! We're on our way to the ball!