I had one Friday.

I think that pretty much covers it. Except to say that the sweet-faced girl in the short black dress, clunky black platform sandals, and big, black tattoo was trying way too hard to be radical. Her face had "future PTA Mom" written all over it and the sooner she accepts her fact, the easier it will be on all of us.

Downtown Denver isn't downtown Washington D.C. folks. No primly suited management fast-trackers here, no Wall Street Bulls and Bears. This is Khaki Country.

I'm not sure if the abundance of khaki-clad business people downtown are dressed that way because because Denverites honestly love khaki or because they don't know that you're not really supposed to wear blue jeans with your tuxedo jacket when you attend a black-tie party.

This is a blog.

This is me, updating my blog.

Dissing me

The Docksider has been, I mean. Because I haven't updated my blog since my birthday.

I didn't get back from New Orleans until late Thursday, okay? And then I had to work Friday and by Friday evening I was exhausted because I never sleep well on the road and then yesterday we went to the Holiday Food & Gift Fair and then out to lunch and then to the grocery store and today I cleaned house and carried five loads of trash out and dusted and did a little vacuuming and cleaned out all the old disks from software we don't own any more and I've been busy, okay?

Stay tuned for further bulletins of little or no interest.

Sheesh.