I had a concert last weekend for which my 80+ year-old grandparents drove all the way from Tennessee.  It was the first time they’ve ever seen me sing professionally, we had about two hundred people at the concert, and I sold 33 cds in one shot.  It was really wonderful.  To celebrate, we bought a pineapple upside down cake from a lady who lives in Chesterfield and ends every sentence with “Praise the Lord.”  Bernie of Bernie’s Baked Goods.  Best Cake Ever.  Here’s a blurry picture:

Also, we are watching  Jeeves and Wooster from the beginning.  I encourage any ladies who already have a crush on the fabulously talented Mr. Laurie not to read his Wikipedia entry.  He’s actually much better than you can possibly imagine.  Breeding, intelligence, talent.  It’s all there, girls.  I tried so hard to hate the British and the French.  I married an Indian, for crying out loud.  Why, why does Western Europe still taunt me with it’s exceeding pretension and glorious way of life?  Luckily, my husband has a snooty-sounding accent and a wonderful vocabulary.  This helps to ease all these undesirable cravings I have (like being born into a life of leisure).  He’s also handsome and “debonair.”  All I need now is to cultivate a love for the Ballet, the Classics and sundry moldy cheeses.   Whatever shall I do with my vast Archie Comics collection?