Thoughts on a Week All at Sea

I may be Typhoid Bobbi... I have been to both New Orleans and Lake George this year, and look what happened.

I am capable of standing in the vicinity of 3 (count 'em, 3!) Right-to-Lifers for four hours without having my head explode or landing in jail. (Ha! Fooled you on that link. Remember: Pro-Choice is NOT Pro-Abortion.)

I still think Dave Matthews is worth seeing every time he comes to town.

I know less now than I did when I was half my age.

I am not a matricide. (Although the phrase is sometimes my mantra.)

I am never going to be an Olympic figure skater.

I might still be a great writer.

I have some amazing friends.