Brandon left this morning for the SBL conference in Philadelphia. As we were driving to the airport at 5:00 am (it's really a joke that this hour is considered morning. There are still stars out! To this, Brandon commented "Well, you've heard of the 'morning star'" to which I replied, "Yes, that's an oxymoron." Speaking of oxymorons, I have a friend who didn't know what an oxymoron was until the other day. He was like "No, an oxymoron is like saying 'redneck southerners'" to which I replied, "No, an oxymoron is like saying 'sophisticated southerners.'" And I can joke about southerners because for 19 years I was one, and most of my family still resides in the south. But I still don't like it when non-southerners mock southerners, because it's sort of like beating up your sibling. It's okay for you to do it, but not anyone else, because you know you're beating them up in love. Hmm. Can I fit anything else inside these parens? Okay then, I'll get out.)

Like I was saying, as we were driving to the airport at 5:00 am we had the following conversation:

Wendy: Do you think it would be okay for me to mention on my blog that you'll be gone this weekend?
Brandon: I already blogged about it on my site.
Wendy: So any good stalker would already know, then?
Brandon: Yeah. So if you don't blog about it, any stalker that came by would just be by chance.

So I guess I'm ensuring that the only stalkers I encounter will be on purpose. Have a great weekend and call me if you want to talk about old times, and that thing we did one time and how funny it was, and how stupid we were.