In Saginaw, Michigan (Saginaw, Michigan!)

I am typing you from the basement of my mother drinking coffee out of a mug that reads, "60 years/Ready for Anything" which if you ask me is probably untrue.

I am not literally inside my mother, like Slim Goodbody, rather I am in the basement of her HOUSE. I was just picturing what it'd be like to have to live down here if I ever got divorced. It's kind of cozy. There is a piano and a sink.

Now, before I get off on a tangent about something, namely not spending at an airport, I want to tell you that I am very flattered to have gotten a writeup in the following:

http://readersandwritersblog.com/

Apparently this is a high-falutin' site where they find writers they like and say nice things about them, which they did for me today. Thank you, Readers and Writers Blog! I feel fancy. I never think of myself as a writer. I think of myself more as a narcissist.

And by the way, if anyone remembers back in early August when my mother typed a post for me while I dictated over the phone, I logged onto my blog here to find she never signed out. So all this time she totally could have been hacking in. If she had computer knowledge (perhaps she could be 60 and ready to learn computer things), "PAM IS HOT!" would have been pasted into all my old posts every third paragraph.

MAKE LOVE NOT WAR! See? She did it again.

I must go get ready for the onslaught of relatives who will be parading in for the showing that is me in my glory, and I realize I just made it sound like everyone was attending my funeral, but I did want to write in and assure you I did not even LOOK at the oh-so-tempting book and magazine store at the airport. I brought my own book from home, one I have read 47 times, and I was perfectly content.

Okay, I can't stand it. I have to also admit to you that I had a bad headache and spent $3.10 on a small latte from Starbucks while I was there. I needed caffeine. It was medical. Sue me. I cannot spend anything anymore without picturing all of you shaking your heads in disappointment. Cut it out.

I know I have left you twisting in the breeze re my job/stylebook decision, and someone has mentioned I never told you about the disaster at the nature center (Aunt Mary, do you want to tell about it in the Comments?) and I certainly need to make fun of that bustling Tri-City Airport here in Saginaw, Michigan. But all of that must wait for another day.

OUR AIRPORT IS LOVELY! (there goes hackin' mom again)
VISUALIZE WORLD PEACE! I MEAN, IT HONEY! AND IS THAT WHAT YOU'RE DOING WITH YOUR HAIR?