imaginary friend

My all-time favorite story by Adam Gopnik is entitled, "Bumping into Mr. Ravioli." In short, it's about his young daughter and her imaginary friend, the one who's always too busy to play with her. She talks with him on her little phone and he's always hurrying off to do this or to do that, always on the run. Mr.

So, do you guys remember the story about the girl who was screaming for the imaginary friend who had run away from her?

Well, that was what I thought, anyway.  If you’re not apprised of the story, go read that post.

I’m glad I didn’t then. 

And, not that I would ever call someone else’s cute little girl of, oh, about 7 or so a immensely annoying little brat, BUT…

The Immensely Annoying Little Brat who lives across and 2 houses up the street from us was literally BEGGING me to come over and apply duct tape to her sweet, adorable little mouth on Thursday evening.

The Beginning of the End
And so begins the first of the final forty-eight episodes of Lost. (Or at least that's how many we're supposed to get...no word yet on if or how the writers' strike may affect that number).

Rick Burgess spoke at his son’s memorial service yesterday.  I heard part of it this morning.  Powerful stuff. Preach on, Bro. Rick. Seriously, I would not be surprised if this tragedy propels Rick into a more full-time ministry.

Sugar Momma Hillary's people have a new theory out:

If you have a social need, you're with Hillary. If you want Obama to be your imaginary hip black friend and you're young and you have no social needs, then he's cool.

Unfermented grape juice:
Fermented grape juice:

And with a name like Cordier (historical negociant and marketer of some of the best names in Bordeaux), it's got to be good.

(With apologies to Smuckers).