I talked to Peter today. He was wondering about a good blogging site to use. Actually, a good one for Cassie to use, while she's in France the Summer. Oh, yeah: Cassie's in France or the Summer. I told him Blogger had been pretty user-friendly, as if I walked in and Blogger swaggered over and asked if I'd been here before.
"I have." I lied to Blogger, because his cologne was, at the very least, over-applied.
We talked about the golf course. All 18 holes, still there. Greens, driving range, the whole thing. We talked about the 2010 Census, and I told him as much as I could without violating Chapter XIII of the United States Code. (It's not really even a code. Anyone can read it. It's almost entirely in English.)
Then we talked about my parents. They got divorced yesterday. Man, parents.
I Heart You.
