every other day

When you read the words "every other day", you automatically start singing "Monday, Monday"? I do. I can't even say those words with out thinking of the Mamas and the Papas. Speaking of the Mamas and the Papas, don't you wish Lane Bryant had been around when they were singing? Poor old Mama Cass. She wasn't even as big as the mumus made her look. If she could have gone to Lane Bryant ( the one in the mall, not the catalog that sells mumus), she could've looked great. Anyway, the reason I am writing these three little words is because that is how often I am going to try to blog. I...
Ha. Wouldn't that be nice. Every other month is more like it.--10/09/08