1) I better get an invite if it's on a nasty-ass beach in Rockaway for easy proximity to BlogHer or on Hilton Head.

2) If it's a result of the more fatalistic interpretation, you nut job, then I'll come to your funeral. But I really hope that's not the case. My favorite black dress doesn't fit. I suppose I should start almond licking and barfing now...

3) I wish my dreams were as lovely. Instead, I dreamt that I died in my house alone. And that a 1/2 cat, 1/2 hamster ate my face. For the record, I hate cats. And I don't keep rodents as pets. And should I ever find a rodent in my house, I will beat it with an iron skillet because my iron skillet has been screaming at me to be put to use.

Loves.