Busy weekend. A birthday party, a cookout that got rained out so we spent most of the time in my friends' carport watching a cicada climb up a pole to shed its skin, a visit from our friends Jillian and Mosely, and a swimming trip to Pace Bend (where we almost got in a head-on collision on a dirt road with a bunch of screeching rednecks who were tearing around in a pickup: YEEEEE-HAW!). Also giggling, bickering, beer, imbalanced meals, the Pixies DVD, and sleep.
No naked mole rat sightings, although we did see six black helicopters out in the Hill Country. Okay, they were just National Guard helicopters from Camp Mabry, probably, but it sounds more impressive/paranoid when you call them black helicopters, and it pleases me to do so.
Now I'm going to eat corn on the cob and watch my stories on the teevee.