I Only Had The Yellow Side To Go Before I Could Crawl Out And Not Burn To Death.
We've been out of town since last Thursday: Randy spent the first five minutes of the weekend rolling a sandcar at fifty miles an hour, I spent it strapped in the passenger seat upside-down, praying it was transmission fluid dripping in my hair, and Christopher spent it furiously freeing his father and me from our five-point harnesses which were apparently manufactured by
Rubicks.
I have more to say about that, but right now I'm still really tired.
In other news, I did my first tax return at work today. Pray it wasn't yours.
P.S.
Blogger just forced me to upgrade to their new version. It was exactly like that time I was scuba diving off Ambergris Caye and those two hammerhead sharks cornered me at the reef around sixty-five feet and tricked me into upgrading to Norton Anti-Virus Professional. Only this time I'm crying.
P.P.S.
My next tattoo. Somehow I think
Banjeroo won't be offended that I stole the idea. We'll make it a whole movement.
Okay, I seem to be having a lot of problems with this version of Blogger. Are you being directed to this page as usual? Or are you getting to
this page first? I'm not sure that what I'm seeing and what you're seeing is the same thing.
