Comments on things I do

This morning I managed to get honey up my nose. Don't ask how. Sometimes it's amazing that the American people don't demand a return to a monarchical system of government so they can crown me queen. Because I outclass QEII by a factor of ten. So classy we spell it with a K. Klassy.

Speaking of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, we spent this weekend in Charlottesville, which is a city that is designed around the worship of Thomas Jefferson (or since he seems to have designed all the historic sites of note, designed for him by him?). More pictures and details to come on that.

In my defense, I was eating ciabatta with ricotta cheese, raspberries, and honey for breakfast this morning. Can't some snarfing be justified?

This bounty was due to a stop at Wegman's on the way back into town yesterday. Loath to waste an opportunity to load a whole lot of crap into our rental car, we pulled into the lot with visions of bounty in our heads. Never mind the pouring rain--we were not to be deterred.

So everyone talks about Wegman's like it's the promised land, and maybe it is, except we badly need to add St. Peter at the automatic doors to keep some people out, because the place was a mob scene. And it's huge--but people were seriously pouring out of every nook and cranny. I half expected to open the refrigerator cases and have someone pop out at me.

Since there is nothing I enjoy more than being wrong (oh wait, that must be the other Katie), I will say that this disproved my theory that it's only the metro-accessible supermarkets in the greater Washington area that are insane. Apparently the suburbs are also full of irritable people ready to shiv you for half a pound of roast beef and a dozen organic eggs. They just tend to be older, causing you to believe erroneously (bonus points to Chinese for having a verb that means "to believe erroneously") that they know better.