That's me. So, since I last wrote, I went to the Kentucky Derby and also the Preakness. Then I went to Quebec City. I also went to a few baseball games in there. And Sunday I get to see Phish at Fenway. I also have not yet taken off my snow tires. That's more a nod to how lazy I can be sometimes, because I certainly could have them switched ages ago. Now I'm thinking, meh, it'll snow again in 3 months. Also, I have done maybe only 2 loads of laundry, none of which I have put away. It sort of looks like a bomb went off in my bedroom and when it detonated, sprinkled partly-folded clothes all over the place.

Truth be told, I've sort of run out of things to say. Well, no, that's not true. I just sort of have lost the ability to say things in an interesting way in more than 140 characters. I also bought an iPhone, which is way conducive to updating in other ways in much shorter format. I have succumbed to technology-onset ADD.

I think about a lot of things and think, "huh, I could blog about that." But then I don't. Sometimes I go outside instead. Sometimes instead I pet the cat. Or the other cat.

And no, I'm not going to publish this to my Facebook profile, thank you very much. I don't really need the real-lifers to come over here and start snooping around about how very lizzy I can be. I prefer the happy-go-lucky friendly lizzy to be on Facebook and the lizzy you've all grown accustomed to over here. Well, and also on Twitter, but we use our fake name over there, too. Sometimes I refer to myself in the divine we. Hey, that other lizzy across the pond gets to do it.

BF and I are back from our little vacation to Florida. It was warm and sunny and lovely, and really, that's all we actually wanted. Friday we flew in to Ft. Myers, rented a car, and drove across the state to Boca to see BF's grandfather and step-grandmother. We spent 2 lovely days there and had a nice time with the relatives. Saturday night we went to dinner at a nice Greek restaurant. The music was a little too loud for normal conversation, but the food was good, so we were willing to overlook that. Then, they cranked up the music, and out of nowhere came a bellydancer. She danced around and we politely watched. Then she started dancing on tables. Long story short, by the end of dinner I was dancing on the table with the belly dancer, and BF's grandfather tried to put a dollar in my skirt. It was oddly flattering and creepy at the same time.

After our visit with them we drove back to Ft. Myers, as we had tickets to 2 Red Sox spring training games. Our seats were in the dugout box which meant we were essentially sitting below the field and were eye-level with the field. It was kind of a fun vantage point. We got to see 2 good baseball games under palm trees. Fabulous. Unfortunately, Ft. Myers is kind of icky. Maybe "icky" isn't nice to say. It's just not a nice town. It's enormous, geography-wise, but there really isn't anything there (except foreclosures, a huge crime rate, and lots of pawn shops conveniently located next door to several bailbond agents). We got to have a memorable experience at a Waffle House that included no ice, soggy waffles, and a woman vomiting next to our table. Good times. Luckily, Ft. Myers is close to Naples and Sanibel Island, both of which we visited and found to be quite lovely.

We ended our trip with 2 days in Key West. We learned quickly that Key West is warm and sunny, and that the drinks are cheap and legally consumed on the street. We stayed at a bed and breakfast that had a 'clothing optional' pool. The only time we went in the pool we were clothed and the only people there since it was the middle of the night. We saw lots of roosters and lots of cats (living stray in Key West, they were doing it right) and lots of laid-back, happy vacationers.

So, nothing really earth-shattering happened or didn't happen. The cats only destroyed a box of cheerios and a box of stale wheat thins while we were gone. We consider that pretty good for them.