National Public Cupcakes

Letting the title marinate... However, I was on npr today. And it was delightful.

While grad school was, shall we say, interesting, it did manage to introduce me to one of my true loves (no, not him)-- public radio. What once I thought was slow and boring is actually hours of fun at the push of a button.

I should be an npr commercial.

But only if it is recorded in black and white (even though it will never air on television) and all the little neighborhood kids gather round their radio to hear my debut. And mummy (prounced exactly like it is spelled) glides into the sittting area with a tray of good ol' fashion cupcakes (father is of course off with his chums at the local gentleman's club,) while grandpa puffs on a cigar and in between swigs of scotch says, "Damn that LBJ! That SOB is good for nothin'!"

Then, only then, am I in.