time to walk the dinosaur. where's its leash?

Yes, that was definitely a "neener" word!

[I don't love everything about myself, but damn, I have a smokin' vocabulary. -- GW]

GW: You have one of the best blog sites on the planet. I am certain that while Facebook and others are fun, blogging will make a huge comeback. It is as durable as your gift of writing and of course...your humor which I LUV! :D)

[At some point I'm going to have to carve out enough time to really sit down and finish the next book-with-pages once and for all, before that form of communication becomes obsolete and I have to rewrite it in 140 characters or fewer. -- GW]

While your move means little to me in terms of what I understand...YAY for you!

[It doesn't mean a darned thing to my readers, I don't think. Just to how I read my own favorites.]

And...thanks for the giggles, since I of course, understood both references. Been there, done them both...burned the t-shirt.

[Bette Midler once said, "I was desperate to burn my bra. I thought, 'Boy, that'd be some fire!'"]

My mom? No shame, just a shared giggle. She was a single mom in the 70's and early 80's.

[The Mom herself told me a tale of a friend of hers who got a "new" leather jacket when a man left it behind after a fun evening of getting to know each other well enough to leave behind leather jackets but not well enough to leave behind telephone numbers or even last names so one's jacket could be returned. -- GW]

She couldn't even wear the jacket herself -- it was way too small. She gave it to a little guy we worked for.

[Mom, you spin me right 'round. Like a record. -- GW]

I for one am glad you keep writing every day and even more glad that you show no signs of deserting the blogosphere. :) LOVE the M&M toes idea. If I'm ever near GWtown, I'll spring for such pedicures for the both of us. (I'm sure we could do it ourselves, but the thought of explaining that to someone else is priceless.)

P.S. Who is Tom Hanks? (HA JUST KIDDING. Grannyskirts is so funny.)

[Somehow I cannot picture the Skirts in Vegas. I think it's the whole "I have this friend who WORKS AT HER CHURCH" thing that throws the image off. -- GW]

i quit breathing a long time ago. breathing is like the ocean; ultimately, it washes away everything due to erosion.
i let my skin breathe instead, by not wearing makeup or foundation. nude lips are alluring. so are large pores. most people don't know skin is smart and can breathe on its own.
because if you don't breathe in and out, you don't erode.

[But what if my skin does?

I think we're sort of deliberately built NOT to last.]

blogging is a great way to eliminate waste.
you *have* to do it if you give up breathing, because otherwise toxins build up inside your body.
pooping, peeing, sweating and blogging are essential survival skills for non-breathers like me.

[Even if that were possible for me, I'd start smoking again, which would mean, yeah, more toxins.. -- GW]

We write because we, like, have to.

[Exactly. I could put down the cigarettes, but I can't put down the pen. -- GW]

whaaa? why would somebody design a body to not last? unless, of course, god was taken over by detroit...
oh gaaa! don't tell me i'm a ford tempo!

[My theory lately has been that we are not here for a purpose to ourselves, but to serve some purpose to another greater and more important entity. Like our own skin cells, which die and are washed away.

I guess I'd rather be a Tempo than a Pinto, but I'd rather be a Prefect than a Tempo. -- GW]

I used to write on my blog everyday until I realized people were reading me and then I got really self conscious.

[See, I think you're such a good writer and you sell yourself incredibly short. -- GW]