March 14, 2008
Everyone wants a piece of me this week.
Fiddle-dee-dah, I have to go someplace on Friday, also. And then Saturday, probably. I like to think that some day I will be able to take a week off from this here because I want to. I also like to think I live in a house made of warm ice and can transform myself to and from a superfluid state.
Stupid happy imps. You don’t understand what I go through.
Sally Ostrich Michaels sez:
I don’t approve of these dopes invading the birthday cards.