who says i can’t take time

In Philadelphia we went for cheesesteaks. It seemed like the right thing to do. We waited on a long line in the freezing cold and Rachel ordered for both of us because she was afraid I’d do it wrong and the guy behind the counter would shout at me. He shouted at her, once. The whole thing reminded me of waiting on the lunch line in high school but the cheesesteak was delicious, even if I totally got McDonald’s feeling afterwards. Did you know a proper cheesesteak has Cheez-Whiz on it? I did not.

I wonder if anybody from my high school lunch table is reading this thing. I sort of sincerely doubt it. HEY: if you sat at my high school lunch table, and you are here now, you should say hello. I like to think I’m marginally nicer than I used to be. At the very least my hair is less bad.

Jennie, you will like this: if you make a Hootie and the Blowfish Pandora station, they will play you music by Deep Blue Something and Collective Soul. Um, not that I made a Hootie and the Blowfish Pandora station. GOSH.

Things are growing my garden. My beets are poking their beety little leaves up, and my arugula is sprouting. There’s action in the herb pots, too, but I didn’t label anything so I will just have to wait and be surprised. I think it’s warm enough for tomatoes. Abbie: do you think it is warm enough for tomatoes here yet?

I watched Quills the other night. It was totally gnarly and hideous, but also sort of rad.  I’m afraid of Joaquin Phoenix. I think he is handsome but that he needs to calm down. Rather like a canine.

Also, for some reason I thought Johnny Depp was in it, which he is not.

We’re going to dinner. I have to change my clothes. Here, have this hilarious video of a little kid playing the ukelele.

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