And life just keeps on going…

I can’t say my 3 bean salad went over well. I didn’t see anyone take a heaping spoonful or even a meager spoonful. My mother assured me that it was 1/3 full when we left but I don’t believe her. My Watergate Salad always disappears.

People simply like eating artificial-looking food stuff, I think. Of course, maybe people were worried about tooting? That is entirely possible. And it makes sense considering I got the recipe from my favorite cookbook, The Natural Laxative Cookbook.

The pig roast was fun. It was great seeing my cousins. It seems like I am seeing them so often anymore, which is not a bad thing. It’s nice knowing family.

What else? What else? I believe my mojo is still working but I haven’t been out testing it of late. I feel the approach of autumn. It’s early, I know, but I just feel it creeping up. Considering all the crap that has happened this summer, I feel oddly happy. How do I know? I am not spending evenings gulping wine and watching La Femme Nikita episodes. Rather than feeling damned, I feel hopeful.