girlz 'n da house

Or out of, as the case may be.

Going away for the weekend with da girlz. Girlfriends, that is. Much needed play vacay.

No kids.

No husbands.

Just lots of fun and giggles and big Hill Country sky.

There will be alfresco dining,

minus the male servant, unfortunately. But who needs that noise when we'll be under the Texan sun, 80 degrees and a cool breeze.

There will be hot salsa made fresh in my kitchen this morning,

complete with roasted jalapeno peppers and an overdose of cilantro.

And of course, the crowning touch, my infamous, fresh-squeezed, prickly-pear-tini's. Otherwise known as an intervention.

Ah yes. There will be a variety of interventions.

Have an excellent weekend, ya'll!

and we're not even halfway through the year

Priorities, man:

The exact quote I've been searching for:

Am extremey embarrassed for you:

For the rest of the Huff Post's funniest protest signs of 2010, click here.

dear anonymous commenter

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Inspiration being in short supply and all.

I also can't decide whether your dominant language is non-English or whether you've been sipping too much electric kool-aid.

Here's what I mean:

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It's not clear to me what you are hawking here, precisely.

Or to which motivation you are attempting to appeal.

Do you think we bloggers want to ...

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b. multi-task while we face-sit?

c. join the naughty analog to Facebook?

d. other

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Thank you and have a big day.

ssssshhhhhh .. don't tell

Disappearing for a little while.

Slumber party.

Twelve girls.

Twelve years old.

Twelve hours

in the attic

ought to cover it.

If not?

There's always vodka.

once in a very red bonnet

As I wrote here,

a very blue moon

shone down on New Year's Eve.

I believed it was

an omen of

good things to come.

Perhaps more rare than a blue moon, this red Bluebonnet growing on my street, might be one such good thing.

It's such a beautiful time of year, spring.

And when you come upon a field of Bluebonnets, you do believe there's nothing prettier in nature.

Below is Nanci Griffith singing a duet with Darius Rucker (of Hootie and the Blowfish) about a Bluebonnet Spring: