Yeah, but you'll see me in a few months.

Cool! So when are you coming up?

Just hide my eyeglasses. Or let me hang out in the pool with Geoff. Then I'll look like this

Won't help. The sight of me in a bathing suit will scare little children and old ladies.

Well, according to my daughter, I can wear her HUGE bathing suits, so we can scare them together.

Those HUGE suits remind me of when I was a kid (about 5 years old). My mom used to take me into the Ladies lockers (down at the Coney Island beaches) when she changed into regular clothes (and to change me). I remember being scared by what I saw there.

Add me to the mix and it'll be fright night at The Babes.

I've never seen you in a bathing suit, but I think you're being too hard on yourself.

Hey! you didn't say that to me!

But you were only making fun of the suit, not yourself.

Suuuure. Nice save. I'm going to go marinate my nice meaty ribs now...And, yes, I do mean the ones from the supermarket!

Or everybody bring your bathing suits to Jersey. I'll scare everybody in the pool.

I am lean and muscular but white as a ghost. I have 1 pair of swim trunks I wear. I cut the net out, I hate those things... They are also the only pair of shorts I ever wear. It can be 110 degrees outside and I'll likely be wearing pants.

I am going to go make some Ramen Nudels, er Noodles, for dinner.

My ribs were pretty darned good. I cooked them slowly on the grill, made some Uncle Ben's rice au gratin and some broccoli. And now I'm relaxing and eating some Funny Bones. I do love Funny Bones.

We had leftovers.

Ham salad!

Ha cucinato a curry la Capra col Curry di Kofta, Kashmri Dum Aloo, ed una delicatezza indiana come un antipasto.

[Insert sentence regarding the Italian delicacy I'm preparing for myself tonight.

(In Indian.)]

Don't forget that it was an Italian who thought he had discovered India...

Okay, let's get back on track here.

Tonight I'm barbecuing nice rib steaks (on-the-bone), portaballa mushrooms and a tomato salad.

I love cooking; it's rewarding and therapeutic. But it can be a pain in the ass, purchasing the food in the first place and then dealing with the washing up afterwards.

I'm the sort that uses just about every utensil at his disposal in cooking a single meal.

I made a big lasagne for me and my flatmate the other night (the one who made me my vagina cake), and we've still not bothered to wash up.

Home made minced beef pie with chips!


Delicious.

How do you barbecue the tomato salad? Never mind. I know. Max Cady can pretty much do anything.

Chicken casserole.

Wagner's baby back ribs (Holy crap they are awesome) with cornbread pancake things... Johnny cakes?

It was Mr. Babe's birthday yesterday, and he wanted, of all things, catfish. So, I dipped catfish into some seasoned (onion powder, seasoned salt and pepper) flour and then cooked it on a very high flame in a mixture of oil and butter. It was awesome. He loves white chocolate, so I bought him a cake called "Sinfully White". It was delicious.

Cool. Give the good doctor a birthday kiss for me! (No tongue, though).

Will do!! D-Day, Kennedy's assassination and Mr. Babe's birthday! It's quite a day!

We had a barbecue.

Sausages,burgers,potato wedges and salad.