Glimpsing myself in a mirror just now, I realize I look like someone who was trapped in a lard catastrophe; someone that had to tunnel out using only his mouth. I'm home now, but unfortunately, I'm like a whale swimming up so rapidly that when I reach the surface, I can't stop: I just ate an entire loaf of bread and a pound of cheese. I wonder if whales hate themselves when they've got plankton running down their chins and their blowhole is full of ambergris. Mmmm, ambergris.
By the way, I don't want to nag, but did you visit Buddy Roemer's web site like I asked you to?
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I am so glad you are back. I don't know who the subs were...but they suck. I am sure its a mutual feeling... I mean who would ask the mail man to negotiate snow and snow machines.
ReplyDeleteSuch a nice comment that I could be Anonymous, but no, I'm more Amorphous (and a little jiggly).
ReplyDeleteSo, to be clear, I'm back in Anchorage, and as of a couple of hours ago, I'm back on my eating plan, but I don't go back to work till Friday.