My newest blog is up at Literary Chicks.
This week: I don’t like guitar music. Yes, really. And, no, you’re not going to change my mind.

I love — love — 55 Max. We have a photo from their gallery hanging in our living room, and now I want another! Specifically, this one: Mind the Gap by Sophie Tondering.

Wouldn’t this look perfect hanging in my hallway? I think so, too.

Question: What do you get when you combine 101 two-liter bottles of Diet Coke, 523 Mentos and 2 guys who look old enough to know better?

The Answer.
As I said to George, “Just think: if you hadn’t gotten married, that might have been you.”

Since you guys (or ya’ll for any southerners that might be reading) know how much I love quizzes, here’s a new one for you . . .
Are you a Yankee or a Rebel? Take the quiz here.
My score: 17% Dixie. Wow! You are a Duke of Yankeedom!

The Spun Floor Lamp from hive. This just may be the coolest floor lamp ever . . .

Tender is the Night by F. Scott Fitzgerald
The plot of Tender is the Night can basically be summed up by that old saying about how if you marry your wife for her money, you’ll work hard for a living.
Well, that, and alcoholism is bad.
In TITN, psychiatrist Dick Diver marries certified nutso Nicole, even though he really should know better, considering he meets her when she’s institutionalized. But, what the hell, he thinks, she’s cute and rich.
I didn’t go to med school and all, but even I can tell that this is a Bad Idea.
The novel begins some number of years after the Divers are first married. The couple is frolicking on the French Riviera with a pack of friends who seem to do little more than drink and sun themselves on the beach. Then a movie starlet, Rosemary, shows up, and – with a little push from her mommy – sets her sights on Dick. Eventually, Dick and Rosemary have an affair, which only serves to make Nicole crazier.
Nicole eventually does get better, but only after Dick has plunged himself into alcoholism and ruined his career, in one of those warm, fuzzy endings literary novels are famous for.
TITN started off strong, but lagged in the middle and then completely ran out of steam by the end. I’m giving it a B.

I’m starting a new blog category . . . cool stuff I’m lusting after.

First up: The sexy Loja Leather Bed from DWR.

Sam and I are jetting off to the South of France Syracuse tomorrow, so I won’t be around for the next week or so. Until then, my latest blog is now up at the L.C. (and you can comment over there, so go nuts).

Me: Know what I want? A giant mirror with an ornate white frame to hang on the bedroom wall. Wouldn’t that look cool?

George: No.

Me: Yes, it would.

George: Only if your name’s Liberace. And even then: not so cool.

Me: Hmph. You have no eye for fashion.

I mean, seriously . . . how cool is this? I’ll answer: SO cool.

Today at the L.C.: why George isn’t allowed any input on our Netflix queue.