Well, paint my door red and call me Elizabeth Arden! Where in the hell has my post gone?!
I had not abandoned you, dear readers. I TOTALLY wrote a very long, very witty, very biting post earlier! With wittiness abounding! And at least four references to my hair! And an update on Sarah’s-Mission-to-Live-Without-Underwear! Ooh, and a review of The Prestige!
Well, crap. I was wondering why I hadn’t been receiving any love praising my fantastic use of the english language. Now I know. Because all you’ve had to ponder today is “Where in the world did they get helmets to fit on Peeps?”
Tell me this weather doesn’t make you want to be a window-washer.
Well, since I can’t remember anything even partially amusing to rehash to you, I leave you with this thought: nothing makes an afternoon quite like a Laughing Cow triangle of cheese and a Bartlett pear.
