The Trouble with Being Bastish

Dear Reader, I have been awfully remiss in my guest blogging duties. My only excuse is that it's taken me longer than anticipated to get back to normal after last weekend's family health crisis. Between the uncertainty of possible travel, the stress of a parent's fragility, the lack of quality sleep, and the need to catch up with cancelled appointments—well, pretending to be Mr. Bastish just didn't make it on the list of priorities.

Of course, in the past 48 hours I have also managed to squeeze in two dates, a fabulous dinner party, a birthday party, a focus group meeting, a third viewing of oh-so-long The Pirates of the Caribbean, and several loads of laundry. So perhaps it is time get back on the Bastish bandwagon.

I had mentioned in a prior post that my next Bastish-like activity would be a bike ride. Well, between the torrential downpours and the subsequent 90+ degree weather (with associated D.C. summer humidity), it's been hotter than Kuala Lumpur in August. So I've been forced to get more creative. I'm in the process of drawing a step-by-step guide to surviving the D.C. summer. It's no "how to kill a boar" but it's the best I can do with my meager artistic skills. Stay tuned for that treat!

Of course, being Bastish has its problems. Apparently, this site has been hacked (I won't publish the comments because I don't know what's coming directly from the hacker and what's an honest suggestion for improvement) and is now potentially soliciting credit card information from hapless readers. It seems a little absurd to me (like I would EVER give away my bank account info to a site linked to a blog), but here's your warning: do not give away your bank account info to a site linked to this blog. There, I've done what I can do—and when Mr. Bastish gets back in August he can resolve the issue completely. Thankfully (well, not for him), this is not the first time the site has been hacked and so I don't feel like it's my fault. Whew!

So, just to recap: don't provide your personal information over the internet. And if you do, and something goes wrong, don't come crying to me.