the moan behind the cursor

I have spilled red wine on my new wool slacks. Ah, my bloggerissimo, if life gives you spilt wine, make a 'Crotch Splotch', the new look for fall. This blogger is in absentia alas due to the she's been baking scones. With currants. And cooking up how about a fluffy omeletes. And smiling in a most bewifeingling way. John has a friend in from all the way from away London-town. The men sit in the livingroom. They drink wine and talk about. I bring the cutglass bowl full of almond-stuffed olives. And a board loaded with sesame crackers and brie.