So, it's almost November and I hey, I seemed to have made some sort of promise over the web to try and write something worth reading on this site for thirty some odd days. As I am thirty some odd years old, I consider this whole thing symbolic. Of something. um.

Right now, the only thing I can come up with to write about is this: David bought me a Butterbell just so he could feel okay about leaving the olive oil out on the counter. Little does he know that I intend to keep my Butterbell in the pantry, right next to the olive oil. Oh, the crazy web we do weave.