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I was in Nashville last week, where, as a friend of mine said, it was “hotter than a three-balled tomcat.”  The heat in the South is truly, truly oppressive.  You don’t know what you have until it’s gone – and yes, I am referring to AIR.

I am also referring to my car every time it gets stolen.  But I digress.

And I change the subject.

Who has World Cup fever?  Not me!  I wish I did, because it would give me something to talk about with other humans (I have enough trouble with that as it is).  It’s sort of like living in Denver and not being a snow-sporter – I am automatically an outsider.

I can’t help it.  I would rather talk about my feelings.  My feelings, or how long my hair is getting (almost to bra-strap length, which is the goal, by the way).  Or how much I am loving Jakob Dylan’s “Women and Country.”  Or the fact that I recently referred to what could have been an awkward run-in with someone as being, in fact, “super natural” – and the other person translating it as “supernatural,” and how that confusion delighted me to the very marrow in my bones.

Mostly, I think that I just love words the very most of everything.

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  1. The Bug on June 23, 2010 at 10:37 AM

    Words definitely are the best – I’ve loved them since I was in 1st grade & learned to read them. I totally remember the joy.

  2. Emily on June 23, 2010 at 12:17 PM

    Yes please to words.

    No thank you to the World Cup. I just can’t get into it.

    Your car was stolen again?!

  3. Riley on June 23, 2010 at 3:06 PM

    I have always been disappointed to find that no one else enjoys talking about how long my hair is getting as much as I do. My goal is “mermaid hair”… ya know, when your hair has the ability to stand in for boob shells? I’m guessing I’m about 5 months away…

  4. Shannalee on June 23, 2010 at 3:54 PM

    “Mostly, I think that I just love words the very most of everything.”

    And this is why I like your blog.

  5. Amanda W on June 23, 2010 at 4:34 PM

    are you kidding me right now?
    “but i digress” and word obsession all in the same post? we are siamese twins, separated at birth. perhaps that would help explain those amazing little freaks of reproductive nature sitting in the other room doing the high pitched audible sigh for their dinner. that’s my cue.

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