Alabama Bathos

In the midst of helping Veronica celebrate her 5th birthday, I lost consciousness, mid-coloring book, crayon-in-hand. Woke up at 0100, and, being unable to go back to sleep, decided to try to catch up with my favorite blog. I ended up following an endless series of links (probably from one of Cary's John McCain makes Gay Baby Jesus cry rants) and ended up on this blog . (I got there from reading something she wrote back in 2003 to in the the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest :

They had but one last remaining night together, so they embraced each other as tightly as that two-flavor entwined string cheese that is orange and yellowish-white, the orange probably being a bland Cheddar and the white . . . Mozzarella, although it could possibly be Provolone or just plain American, as it really doesn't taste distinctly dissimilar from the orange, yet they would have you believe it does by coloring it differently.

Mariann Simms, Wetumpka, AL (2003 Winner)

and ended up finding out that she still hasn't cooked a standing rib roast. Oh, what Tobermory could teach her.

Bromide should get a golden globe, but the eurotrash won't recognize his on-screen excellence.

I miss you guys, and hope to get to hang out together again soon. Will try to do better at keeping up.