It’s been a while. A long while. Since 2009, I believe. Long enough for all of you to have grown, matured, changed, and, in the process, become supremely uninterested in what I have to say.
But I’m no Once-A-Pope Benedict whose name you’ll only remember when eating out for breakfast. Nope, not I. Because when you’re Virginia’s “most visible defender of the Freedom of Information Act and other manifestations of transparency in public life” (thanks, Gwynn; the check for your public relations work is in the mail), well the only thing that can keep you down is a 200-pound bag of Chee-toes, an orangey, cheese-dusted cross I am willing to bear. (But, while we’re on it, did I ever in a million years think I would grow up to be a FOIA geek? I mean, movie star, the next Nina Totenburg, yeah, sure. But FOIA? Take ya boots off in da FOIA before ya drip all over da rug, youse.)
ANYway, so yeah, I’m back and maybe not better than ever, but at least passing for decent.
Considering we all keep getting hitched and procreating and all, there are more of us to consider here in 2013 than there were in 2009. There were 37 total, which meant that, as in the past, I had to double some folks up. Since they’re newlyweds, or about to be newlyweds, and still believe in that ridiculous, I mean, sweet notion that two are as one, Sarah and Kiran are paired up, as are Daniel and Honor. And because my tiny little brain cannot fathom that I know my first cousin thrice removed, I have kept Rowan in the loving arms of his mother and father for the Lapidus Three of Us. Finally, because Dell imagines that he will be Gordon one day, D and G will be a team, too.
Alas, the ever present and sometimes cantankerous Cat Commissioners from years past have passed on to that great Fur Ball in the Sky. Our family grieved Sidney’s and Tiny’s passing by, you know, getting four new cats. (One more and we will officially be the crazy people at the end of the street with five cats.) The Final Four Felines are now doing the officiating and they’ve picked some real winners (and losers) for us all.
So, without further ado, may I present the 13th Not-So-Annual, Occasionally Witty, Begrudgingly Expected, And Never To Be Missed (Insert Dual Meaning on THAT Word) Rhyne-Blyth-Patterson-Plus NCAA March Madness Mad House.
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