A few things. One, I know you’ve been totally dying to hear about my YouTube progress, mentioned in that blog I did about dogs back in May. I’m happy to report that because of my diligent tagging and keyword use, my views have gone from a measly 6 views to a whopping 17 views! Good job, everybody!
Sarcasm. It’s what’s for breakfast.
In other news, I recently went to the beach. That is usually good news, but for somebody with psoriasis, it’s great news. The sun and the sand, combined with the salt water act as some amazing healing thing that makes me much better. I want to live there. I realize that in the grand scheme of beaches that Virginia Beach is, like, pretty lame, but it’s close by to friends and family and blah blah blah don’t judge me.
In April the Hubs, The Mom and I went up to NOVA to visit my Dad, who lives there three days on (and here three days off) because he’s in the Army. I’m writing a book about that last part. You can read it when I’m done. So, we took the train up, stayed in Dad’s tiny apartment, and got up and went to DC the next day. I was very keen on going to the Museum of Natural History, because I hadn’t been there in a gazillion years. It was kind of a let-down. There were all these exhibits with dates on them, right? But then there is this sign that basically says to take all those really old plant life exhibits with a grain of salt, because where they said 44 million years ago it might have only been, like 6 million years ago or something. You’re the Smithsonian, Dudes! Fix it!
Anywhoo, here are some pictures I took. This is a pictorial for you.
So there you have it, our trip to Washington, D.C. and Old Town Alexandria. It was a fun trip. There were other things that I didn’t take a picture of, and even things that I took a picture of but did not put into my post, either because I looked really fat or because I would get fussed at for putting them on my blog. I hate getting fussed at.
Stay tuned for more adventures. I read somewhere that you needed to post something every thirty days or you aren’t “viable” and you know me. I like to be viable. I’m working on some other neat things, so get ready for a different type of bloggy goodness in the coming weeks.
I’m back from West Virginia, and I’m regretting with every fiber of my being leaving behind this beautiful slicing tomato I bought there. I would eat it, right now, like an apple. This amazing tomato was from Gritt’s Hydroponics, a greenhouse in Putnam County, West Virginia. I looked to see if they had a website, because I fancied having them overnight some of their magical tomatoes to me. They don’t have a website. Of course, that won’t stop me from calling them on Tuesday and asking them how I can either a) procure their fantastic tomatoes all the time or b) grow these wonderful tomatoes at my own home.
Here is a photo of the wonderful tomato, which will not even be enjoyed by my aunt and uncle, at whose house I left:
It’s brother, who I ate with relish (not actually relish, but I ate it with great enjoyment) was consumed in the span of a few minutes. I cut it into slices with this knife:
And it was so red and beautiful on the inside:
I’m so sad I can’t eat the one I left behind right now. I’m going to go to Tom Leonard and see if they have anything that even compares…
i can't really tell you what this blog is about, but I can tell you what it's not about. monkeys. at least not all the time.