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Where do we go from here?

I know what you’re thinking. It’s time for me to close down this LJ because how can I top a poem written to a vegetable that I don’t even like?

You’re right. I should end it here. Trust me, I’ve been tempted to do just that many times over the past few months.

Instead, I won’t.

When Lynne drove us to New Orleans a few weeks ago, she asked me to get a piece of gum from her purse. I pulled out a pack of Dentyne, and she was all, “Not THAT gum. The other gum.” So I began digging around in her purse again, passing over what looked like a chic pack of condoms. (Well, honestly, everyone should have condoms at all times, even if just to hand them to a friend at a significant moment, and one doesn’t question a woman about what’s in her purse. In fact, one doesn’t even look in another person’s purse, except under orders or in case of an urgent need of insulin, nitroglycerin, or a Kleenex. But if Lynne had ever bossed YOU around, you’d know to damn well do what she says.)

Lynne: It’s a small black square.

Becky: Oh, THIS? I thought this was a pack of condoms.

Lynne: [squelching look]

Becky: Okay, this is about the most sophisticated pack of gum ever. How does it work?

Lynne: [heavy sigh] Turn it over and open it.

So yesterday, while in Office Depot getting paper because I’m printing A COVENTRY WEDDING (no, it’s not finished–Hi, John!–but it’s being edited and getting finished today and tomorrow), I spotted Lynne’s brand of gum at the impulse buy display. I followed my impulse and bought it.

Probably those of you who watch TV instead of working nonstop on your manuscript–Hi, again, John!–except for moments that must be shared with LJ, have seen the commercials for “5,” which Wrigley officially introduced in the U.S. last summer.

I am always months behind. As my editor could tell you.

Edit: Hump Day Happy will return next week. You’re all feeling just a little more secure now, admit it.

Hump Day Happy

I usually keep the blinds closed on the window that’s directly in front of where I sit at my desk. The window beside me offers plenty of light and a better view, so I don’t think about the other window. However, the painting propped on that window is one Timmy painted and gave me years ago. These days, I like to raise the blinds so I can feel like a TimmyCreature is giving me a stare that means, “Get back to work.”

I know this is late, but if you want one of 14,000 things to be happy about:

please give me a page number from 1 to 612 and another number between 1 and 30, and I’ll tell you what the happy book says.

You pick it

If you’ve seen this month’s banner, that’s Guinness looking sad about her worn-out collar. While you’re all trying to find hairstyles for Lindsey and Jandy, why don’t you Google some dog collars and show me what you think would be a good one for Guinness? It must have red in it (her red leash is not worn out). It must be of the nylon variety.

Topic change: I spotted this house in West U yesterday and thought it was photo-worthy.

I am a dangerous woman again

Today, there are two new babies in my life. My BFF Lynne is a grandmother. Now I know you’re thinking, How can this be? Aren’t Becky and Lynne the same age? Thirty-five? BECKY’S too young to be a granny, so Lynne must be, too.

All I can say is that Lynne is older than I am. Anyway, stop thinking about my age. You should be thinking about Lila, who arrived at the whopping weight of eight pounds and three ounces. Does anyone remember how TINY Lila’s mother, Laura, is? I’m all kinds of impressed that she could even carry an eight-pounder in her little body, much less deliver her.

Okay, now back to me. I have a new baby, too. And I can’t WAIT for my new baby to meet Lynne’s new grandbaby. It’ll be almost like my LJ readers are there with us. Because here’s my new baby:

weighing in at 17.6 ounces