I speak for all of America and most of the internet when I say that making up band names is wicked fun. There is something intoxicating about the idea of an inside joke or a funny quip being publicized and idolized and immortalized as the name of a successful group of musicians, even though I don't think that dream has ever in the history of history actually become a reality.

That said, I would like to share with you the very short list of suggestions that my brother and I are putting forth, free of charge, for you and your rockin' friends to enjoy, use, mock, or otherwise employ. The first was a brainchild of our family reunion, and the rest were shamelessly stolen from a Jerry Seinfeld DVD. (Hey, you with the smirk. Put away the haterade.) Here goes:

• Funky Melon
• The Involuntary Luge
• Livin' Suede
• Mighty Careful Steppin' (and the Mountain Strings)

Your turn! Hit me up with some band names, people. Also, if you play a musical instrument, let me know. Why bother waiting around for someone else to use our great names when we could just start our own band? I play piano and air guitar.

P.S. I guess Rock Band and Guitar Hero give us the opportunity to use these names now, so I take back the part about sharing them freely. Give me $10.

P.P.S. I have a boyfriend now! More on that story coming up next.

I haven't done a single thing on my summer to-do list yet, despite being invited to fly a kite and despite driving through the (full! no room at the inn! pack your bags and move to Cali, sucker!) parking lot of the library. No French phrases have been learned, and no letters have been written to my amazing, lovely grandmother. As far as someone is concerned, my summer has been a heaping pile of failure.

But oh man, that someone would be so, so wrong. I have witnessed some of the most beautiful sunsets just by looking out my bedroom window. I have sat on the front porch and read Pride and Prejudice with the hummingbirds.

I have come inside to find freshly made brownies being brought to my room. I have welcomed back one of my favorite friends after his year-long stay in Scotland. I find myself the lucky recipient of some of the best gifts of all time.

Tomorrow night, I will carry on the tradition of Friday Night Date Night with my mom, complete with Panera, Gilmore Girls, and way too much ice cream. On Sunday, I will sit on the grass and listen to Pink Martini. On Thursday, I will meet some of my favorite twenty-something bloggers for a fantastic weekend in Chicago. On Monday, I will collapse into my brand new bed and take a nap with my favorite cat.

I don't know about you, but I hope this summer never ends.

It seems that I will never get the hang of folding fitted sheets, conversing cordially about politics, or avoiding alliteration. However, I have impeccable handwriting, can play piano upside down and right-side up, and will always love you.