She's Back ...

D: If your blog were a child, it'd be dead.
E: That's why we don't have children.

No, I didn't die of Nobu-related food poisoning. (If anything Nobu might bore you to death food-wise, but I don't think it'd kill you.) I guess I've gotten a wee bit lazy. There, I've said it, bloggers are by nature lazy, and some of them make up for this by linking to a bunch of other people's links and saying nice or funny or sarcastic things about them. Others pretend their blogs don't exist for a day or two or five, and then jump right back into the fray. <<plunge>>

That said, even though I'm loving our Brooklyn backyard and am desperately searching for a reasonably priced copper fire pit so I can stay out there until mid-November, I have to hand it to Cityrag, a neat-o mobile home and a piece of land overlooking the Catskills isn't the worst thing in the world. Cityrag, can I come hang out with you on the weekends? Where's Buddy?