Sunday, November 18, 2007

I miss my old life.

Um, hello, yes............this is our life now, until Christmas.

Unrelated: Today, had a rare moment of being grateful for someone else's smarts. Good work, Clark Kent!

Either age or the change of scenery is making me increasingly allergic to talking politics.


All rights reserved to my snotty and generally self-deprecating writing. And if your comments bother me, I'll delete them. That's right, pumpkin.
...How dreary—to be—Somebody!
How public—like a Frog—
To tell one's name—the livelong June—
To an admiring Bog!
-- Emily Dickinson