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My brains are sore and my eyes are yellow. We'll see what happens.
Here are two reasons why Lisa is the #1 wife:
1. She went and saw the Sex and the City Movie without me last week. Every now and then I see a poster for the movie, and send up a silent prayer of thanks that no one will be dragging me into the cinema to watch Carrie, Miranda, and what's-her-faces do their thing.
2. She makes really, really good chocolate chip cookies. Really good.
Tomorrow night I'll be playing some verrry quiet music at the Royal Ontario Museum. Should be neat, if anyone can hear it.
Last week I was teaching at band camp. It was pretty fun. And yes, it was exactly as described in the movie. I had way too much to drink one night didn't feel too good the next day. My bum was also sore, but no one would tell me why. Not that I was asking around, or anything.
Could you imagine? Going up to someone you hardly know and asking them why your bum is sore? That's something crazy people do.
That last bit wasn't true. Just to be clear.
People sure like to talk about the weather. I guess nature truly is a unifying force. It gives us all something to complain about. That's one thing I don't like. People complaining about the weather. If you don't like it here, why don't you check out Venus? The humidex, UV indices, and wind-chill factors probably won't seem like such a big deal when your eyes are melting in an acid typhoon.
Speaking of UV indexes, someone around here said the UV index was supposed to get up to ten today. TEN! That's a lot of UV.
Of course I'm a big hypocrite. I complain about the weather as much as (if not more than) everyone else. It's the first thing I do when I get up in the morning and the last thing I do when I go to bed at night. I try to do it in the shower or while on the toilet, so as not to disturb others with my incessant harping. That's one of the things that makes me such a good person.
Here are two reasons why Lisa is the #1 wife:
1. She went and saw the Sex and the City Movie without me last week. Every now and then I see a poster for the movie, and send up a silent prayer of thanks that no one will be dragging me into the cinema to watch Carrie, Miranda, and what's-her-faces do their thing.
2. She makes really, really good chocolate chip cookies. Really good.
Tomorrow night I'll be playing some verrry quiet music at the Royal Ontario Museum. Should be neat, if anyone can hear it.
Last week I was teaching at band camp. It was pretty fun. And yes, it was exactly as described in the movie. I had way too much to drink one night didn't feel too good the next day. My bum was also sore, but no one would tell me why. Not that I was asking around, or anything.
Could you imagine? Going up to someone you hardly know and asking them why your bum is sore? That's something crazy people do.
That last bit wasn't true. Just to be clear.
People sure like to talk about the weather. I guess nature truly is a unifying force. It gives us all something to complain about. That's one thing I don't like. People complaining about the weather. If you don't like it here, why don't you check out Venus? The humidex, UV indices, and wind-chill factors probably won't seem like such a big deal when your eyes are melting in an acid typhoon.
Speaking of UV indexes, someone around here said the UV index was supposed to get up to ten today. TEN! That's a lot of UV.
Of course I'm a big hypocrite. I complain about the weather as much as (if not more than) everyone else. It's the first thing I do when I get up in the morning and the last thing I do when I go to bed at night. I try to do it in the shower or while on the toilet, so as not to disturb others with my incessant harping. That's one of the things that makes me such a good person.