I had to close the cheese department myself tonight because everybody else I work with went to Hooter's (yes, I did type "Hooter's"). I would make a link to the Hooter's site but I have no idea what sort of material resides on that page and I do not want to offend anyone, namely my mom and any members of the cloth who may be reading this. They went Hooter's to celebrate the birthday of a gay man from Philadelphia, who I think attended the same University of Dry Humor and Biting Irony as my housemate Tracey. Hence, Hooter's. I do want to go on record saying that when I actually understand dry humor and biting irony, I generally am amused. Most times such things just fly right over my head.

For those who are more interested in my son than in cheese, we have news. Austin is taking lots of steps on his own with nobody holding his hand. Of course David could tell you more about this than I, as I am usually at work, wrapping Limburger cheese for some nut who wants to buy the "smelliest" cheese he can find to put on a cracker. I have seen the walking, though. This morning, Austin was holding onto the laundry basket and he just let go and took about three steps toward me with a gigantic smile on his face and gave me a hug.

I do love being a Mamma, despite all the extra wrinkes on my face and the sand in my bed.