A trip to Hanover, PA can only mean two things:

1. I get to visit my own Godmother of Love
-and-
2. UTZ outlet store!

YUMMMMMMMM! I’m sitting here snarfing Utz potato chips and the occasional hard pretzel (which I can honestly say I’ve not had in a year since the last time I snarfed them it cost me a tooth and lots of carbs!) and am wallowing in carb hell. After Saturday night’s pasta fest at Buca di Beppo and today’s feast, I am sure to see that damn scale climb a pound (or five). Back to semi-Atkins tomorrow, fo sho’.

We had a delightful time at Aunt Connie’s celebrating my youngest aunt’s 50-something birthday. She has the nicest condo – man, I hated coming home to my palace de la crappola. I think I will divest myself of petz before I move into another home. I rather like the pet-free zone she’s got going there. (I know, who am I kidding? Me? Pet-less? Nah.)

However, she did point out to me that she thought blog stood for “Bitch Log” and that many of my posts on here fit that description.

Well poops. I must attempt a more upbeat tone then! (hahahah, I know).

And let not a post go by without the requisite F911 reference:

FAHRENHEIT 9/11: ?In his first eight months in office before September 11, George W. Bush was on vacation, according to the Washington Post, forty-two percent ofthe time.?

* ?News coverage has pointedly stressed that W.’s month-long stay at his ranch in Crawford is the longest presidential vacation in 32 years. Washington Post supercomputers calculated that if you add up all his weekends at Camp David, layovers at Kennebunkport and assorted to-ing and fro-ing, W. will have spent 42 percent of his presidency ?at vacation spots or en route.?? Charles Krauthammer, ?A Vacation Bush Deserves,? The Washington Post, August 10, 2001.

Oh, and this too (non-F9/11 snark) from Table Talk at Salon.com:

“Please, people. Only those with FLAT stomachs can wear low-rise jeans. You hear me, you with the giganormous flabby belly I saw in the ice cream place last night? Trust me, there are things in the world that would make you look better. I don’t think there are many things that could possibly make you look worse.

I know your friend looked good in hers. She was a quarter of your weight. You cannot share clothes.”