The best I've found yet (but only appreciable by my college friends): a letter from Matty Walcutt with the sentence, "And I still owe my lawyer $500..."
The Great House Purge is going to take much longer than I thought. On the plus side, I found my Brownie badges yesterday. Apparently I earned a badge in something involving a raccoon. Animal husbandry, perhaps?
Okay, it's decided. Going to dig out the Thriller album - yes, album! - after the kids are in bed. But then we'll also have to hook up the record player... I'm feeling very dated all of a sudden.
I really don't care if politicians cheat on their wives. Spare me the emotional press conference please and focus on more important things. Except for maybe John Edwards. That guy's just a tool.
I've been pretty wrapped up in my own problems lately. I have no right to complain though. We should all pinch ourselves harshly anytime we start to bitch about our free-and-easy lives.