This blog doesn't write about
Michael Gorman anymore.
Enough!
I won't let nattering nabobs of negativism rain on my parade. The brass bands and drums were already assembled. The marches were practiced. I high stepped it all the way to work, even without a man and a mace leading the way. Pssst,
thymeth! There was a band parade here tonight. I didn't see it, but it sounded great!
I consider it a good omen for the weekend that the first words I read from a 1970s science teacher's guide this morning were "be prepared for considerable hilarity."
Let this be a fair warning. Don hilarity goggles.