I started a club when I was about 7 years old called The Chicklets. We were really cool. Basically, I invited some friends over, gave everyone a box of Chicklets gum, and proceeded to jot some club rules down. I have no idea what those rules were anymore, but I’m sure they were something like this: “I, Tonya, am president of the Chicklets. You are not. You may play one of these boring roles that will answer to me (vp, secretary, treasurer, etc.). We will meet at my house once a week and do whatever I want to do. Any questions? End of meeting.”

No great surprise, but I think there was only one meeting. We still called ourselves a club, though. And chewed gum.

Welcome back. I trust we all had a nice Labor Day weekend? It was gorgeous here, the perfect “end” to the summer.
Neil spent a lot of time killing brain cells while staining our deck and I spent an equal amount of time avoiding those fumes with Dash in-hand. Let’s see… what else? We had a great, totally unplanned barbecue with some good friends. Rowdy with all of us playing croquet, horseballs, and attempting to ride a unicycle. There was much wine and there may have been cigars. I’m not sayin’.

Also, you might have noticed I added these little chicklets under each post so you can share with others at Del.icio.us, Digg, Technorati, and others. What do you think? Is it overkill? Are they too big? Do you even care?
I haven’t made up my mind about them yet so I welcome your feedback.
Thanks friends!