I should blog.

I'm reading Frances Mayes, Bella Tuscany, the continuation of her life in Italy, her first book being Under the Tuscan Sun (not to be confused with the movie, that I hear is awful.)

During the years portrayed in this memoir, she travelled to Sicily. She writes: "A man, with those amazing black, Sicilian, deep-as-well eyes...."

I've looked in the mirror a few times to see if my eyes are "amazing black, deep-as-well eyes."

Also, I watched Armageddon last night. We had a snow day, so my homework was completed, and it was the only movie on TV at the time.

Chris came partially through, and decided to make fun of the movie, while I sat wrapped up in it. It becomes hard to be emotional when Daddy decides to die instead of hubby, when you have Chris fake sobbing next to you. Oh well.

That's about all I have to say for now. Blogging is tedious when you beat around bushes.

Chop chop.