Now, dear readers, let me ask you a question: Do any of you listen to NPR?

Really? Wow. More of you than I thought. Anyway...

There is a food show on the air,
the Splendid Table is it's name,
that records for all who'd hear
any food-words of great fame

Lynne Rossetto-Kasper hosts
this hour-long delight,
and MY MUM you'll hear this weekend (!!!)
if you listen, which you might.

So cast aside this dreadful verse!
Don't "listen" to my "pen"!
Remember: Sunday, 91.5
at twelve o'clock P.M.

Ah, Saturday.

Rest.
Reflect.
Build chicken coops.
Get sunburn.

Although the chicken coops were totally unconnected with the sunburn.

No, I swear. I was miles away from those chicken coops.

(Actually, I was at a surprise Clinton Rally at the Wake Forest College Birthplace, and it was very warm and sunny, and apparently she has some punctuality issues because she was an hour late, and she was wearing a gorgeous blue suit but she was completely shown up by Mrs. Mike Easley in that department, and she spoke really well, and she SHOOK MY HAND and I don't care that I sound like a bad parody of a cliche, because I am not washing my hand for a year, and hah! I said that all in one breath!)

Ah, Saturday.

Happy May Day!

When I was really little, my mom and brother and I would get up early and set out May Baskets for all the neighbors. They were only paper cones stuffed with flowers, but I think it's kind of sad that no one does this anymore.

Also, the first-dew-of-May thing? MYTH. (And with all the chemicals and toxins and Unidentified Bad Stuff floating around pretty much EVERYWHERE, who would want to wash their face in it? Even with the assurance of gorgeousness for a year? That's not really a risk I'd like to take.)

So that's your Optimistic Blog Post-of-the-Day here.

Happy May Day.