It's quite simple, actually: O + (N x S) + Cpm / T + He

Apparently today, June 24, is the happiest day of the year. Well, in the UK, anyhow. The formula doesn't take into account the Henman defeat at Wimbledon yesterday though.

I don't know if I feel especially happy today. Mostly I feel constipated after my dinner at Artisanal last night. My report: Although there is some conjecture about whether Restaurant Week is worth it, I feel pretty confident that we got our money's worth last night, at least with the prix fixe menu (the two bottles of wine--a Malbec and a Rioja--made it slightly less economical).

I hope that I'm able to flush the twelve pounds of cheese and hanger steak out of my system before Newley arrives in town--see, southern men believe that women poop magnolia blossoms and I don't want to ruin that for him. He's just in time for the Mermaid Parade and the sticky, hot weather. (Which oughtta make folding his 6'4 frame onto our leather couch in our unairconditioned living room A REAL FREAKING BLAST.)

Sigh. I feel like the cheese is holding teh funny hostage.