You Would Think I'd Remember

That, you know, I have a blog.

A place to write down the happenings of my life and frivolities.

And entertain you with stories of my parents coming to visit and falling in love with the Emerald City while they charmed waiters and critiqued the ballet and delighted in the Park.

Well.  It was a great visit.  We're still eating leftovers.  And now work has arisen up and smacked me over the head, and I'm wondering when I'll next get to the grocery store and whether I can possibly cram 72 hours into the next 48.  And maybe I'm feeling a wee bit one-dimensional, as TFL was at some international shin-dig tonight and seems to have had a great time making friends.

But for now I'll spend a bit of my precious sleeping time watching "You've Got Mail" just because.