Monday, April 7, 2003

Would you like to know what I did today, gentle reader?

I uttered profanity after profanity at the freezing ice rain while lugging twenty pounds of groceries up two miles of poorly-cleaned sidewalks. How’s that for poor sentence construction?

I’m currently engaged in a suite summit about wearing pants. The issue at hand? Whether we should institute a no-pants edict for a while. Discussions are quite heated at the moment.