I have an excuse. It's hot.

It's hella hot. Hella! This is why I left the desert for the Great White North. Anyway, after sweating through watching "The Office" I retreated to the one room with a teeny airconditioner -- which means about 30 minutes of sweating before it cools down enough to sleep.

I'm working on a list of ideas for the next few months, pitching to the New York Times, Washington Post and others. I hope it works out for me. Fingers crossed! I'm traveling to Europe in August and baby needs a new pair of shoes. ... And how many stories can I get out of this trip anyway? *ponder*

There's the obvious travel story, then something about restaurants, maybe something about nightlife -- then maybe something about local drinks or food? Wow, there's a lot to think on. I will keep you posted.

Don't you hate when they make it your fault?

I do.

I turned it in a month ago. And he wants to do a quick and dirty edit before it runs this Saturday. Couldn't he have looked at it a few weeks ago and we could have ironed this out rather easily? Nope. Last minute and I can't answer all the questions in the few hours I have from work.

I really wanted to write about travel and he's the editor that can decide that. I hope I didn't screw up my chances. Wish me luck!