My New Workstation: can you find the newly-added inspirational feature? (No, it's not Dirtman. Dirtman talks to himself when he works. He asks himself questions that I feel obligated to answer, even though I truly do not know, "Where the hell did they put that drainfield?")
Now?
That's right! ...apple juice... (ahem).
Am I down? Am I beaten? Hell, no!
It's Thai Noodle Night!**Don't tell me I'm spoiled. This morning I was so happy that we got back our old phone number from before Gnome Hill that the phone lady had to remind that it was, after all, just a phone number. I think she said this because my joy was so out of proportion with a new phone number she didn't want me to think I was getting anything other than that. Like free cable or something.
2 comments:
That apple juice looks like it was aged in some fine oak barrels.
I drink only the best apple juice.
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