Well, we are trudging towards the end of another week. That's a positive we can all embrace. Embrace it, I say.
Apparently, Alison avoided an accident with a spinning car this morning. She said her car is OK, but a flung rock demolished her windshield. I guess we'll check it out this afternoon. Still, Praise God that nothing worse happened.
98F yesterday, but only 93F today. Woo Hoo. A cool spell. Still, this hints at warmer times ahead.
Let's get past Billy the Kidder and back to a more normal, unthemed strip, OK. Here. Read a dachshund joke.
The game-playing crew moved out of our building yesterday. How am I going to see new games? And in their new building, they said the break room is small. So how are they even going to be able to gather 6-8 at a table? Oh, the times, they are a-changing.
LOST? Surprising. Glee? Crazy with Olivia Newton John. Survivor? That's not until tonight, silly. Amazing Race? Ends this coming Sunday.
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O.K. that's a clever pun. I'll miss Billy.
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