The nerve!

French vintners are rethinking their decisions for their last Presidential election. Nicolas Sarkozy is working to curb French unemployment and illegal immigration, and has a few ideas about how to improve their economy, but he doesn't drink.

According to projections, Americans will out-drink the French by 2010 if something isn't done immediately, if not sooner. Sarkozy "doesn't like eating, he doesn't like drinking, he doesn't represent the culture of France." Apparently, the leaders of the French wine industry don't care about what their president does, as long as he's as drunk as everyone else. (Equality and brotherhood, anyone?) One went so far as to say that at least Jacques Chirac knew how to put the drinks away! That just about sums it up, doesn't it? Sounds to me like they're ripe for the Orwellian pickings.

Why?

Why do cats only barf on carpet? She can't go to the kitchen or the powder room, and barf on the linoleum. Nope, it has to be in a carpeted room, preferably in the middle.

I really like the carpet we have in our house, but right now Pergo floors are mighty tempting, downstairs at least.

It was the stinky food, too. Ugh.

Wow, a week?

Where does the time go?

It's been pretty low-key here lately. I've been puttering around the house and tending the gardens, working, reading, and generally staying pretty close to home. It's been pretty hot and the rain we were promised hasn't come. Go figure. Alex says my Indian Native American name should be Heat Follows, and maybe he's right. I'm pretty tired of drought conditions.

Other than that, there isn't much going on. AP hasn't materialized the way I'd like, so I've shifted my attention to another project. I'm trying an idea; I'm going to write the main story line first, and then go back and add the others--just sort of weave them in. It'll work or it won't, but I'm doing something. I use the Thomas Edison method of learning. He found about a thousand ways not to make a light bulb.

So that's about it. Pure excitement.