Even though I’m not in school, planning to go to school anytime soon, or have recall of any of the repressed memories of my school days, this really does feel like the last week of summer before I have to go to school. And with that in mind, because I can’t take an actual vacation, I’m contemplating taking a little internet vacation until after Labor Day. Of course, by saying that I’m pretty much guaranteeing that this is going to be the most bloggable week ever, meaning the mini-vacation is subject to change.

Lately silly bloggy things have been making me cranky, and I don’t want to not enjoy blogging, because it’s what I do for fun. I think a wee break might help that. Also, I have to take care of some housekeeping issues in the back room, like updating my blogroll for the first time in six months, and cleaning out my Google Reader, and other such things. Also, it would be great if I could maybe finally figure out how to get online in my own home so I don’t have to keep going to the coffee shop to read and write posts.  And that’s what I’ll be doing with my week.

I will of course be posting the last recipe of WIU, because the jam-filled cupcake recipe that MrsTwink suggested seems too good to pass up. So look for that, and then look for me again in September.

And in the meantime, if you’re just dying to know how I spent my weekend, let me tell you that it was non-stop since Thursday night when I went to yet another lovely barbecue. Friday (after work) was spent at the Dutchess County Fair, where I saw live animals, drank a milkshake, and managed to suppress my urge to buy a deep-fried Oreo. On Saturday, a group of us (actually, the same exact group as the vegan dinner party) drove to Lake George to play on the Adirondack Extreme Ropes Course, which was about as much fun as you can have 30 feet up in the air suspended by a harness. All I can say is thank goodness for all that swimming and the muscle strength it gave me, because it was not easy. I rewarded myself with a delicious burrito in Albany at one of Chatie’s old joints. The next morning, we all drove out to Goshen to the Harness Racing Museum for our friend’s bridal shower, which was followed by a trip to an ice cream parlor that has blue sprinkles, rumored to come out the other end in that shade the next day… (And the fact that I do not wish to report publicly on that outcome is another reason I’m taking a little vacay.) That night Birmingham and I went out to dinner to celebrate our five year anniversary of knowing each other, and the weekend wound down with a trip back to our friend’s house for all of her leftover bridal shower food.

The cover of next month's Vogue right here.

The cover of next month's Vouge, most likely. Mouth agape is all the rage this fall.

Looking back, I’m very full of good food, kind of tired, sore in some strange places, and looking forward to uneventfully waiting out the clock until September. Talk at ya soon, and unless you are my mother, please enjoy this picture of me in a harness, suspended many feet above the ground: