Okay, I admit it: I haven’t been blogging because I just love the comments on that last post too damn much. Can some WP guru tell me how to make it its own page? This may be my one real contribution to maternal consciousness raising, the closest I ever get to the hallowed pages of Our Bodies, Ourselves, and I mustn’t fail now. I can figure out how to move the post itself, but I’m stuck on the comments. And they are obviously the best part.
We are battening down the hatches around here, filling BPA-riddled nalgenes with tap water, setting up stores of chocolate, that kind of thing. The Bean and I are off soon to pick whatever green tomatoes may have survived the utter neglect we inflicted [can you inflict a lack? — Ed.] on our community garden bed this season — although thanks to the prevalence of purslane, we did manage to eat a good portion of our weeds — and see if the hordes have left any batteries at the grocery store. (For the FLASHLIGHTS, people. Obviously other battery sizes are stocked in the emergency kit already. Priorities.)
While we prepare for the second apocalypse of the week and I continue to wallow in denial about going back to work next week (but not on Monday; thanks, Irene!), please enjoy this video of the Bean at Sugar’s parents’ house, with his first kosher garlic dill:
Oh, have two. They’re small.