And there is much joy. However, someone needs to explain to the kittens that "falling back" means they give us another hour before traversing our sleeping bodies with thoughts of wet food.
It seems that Ann Coulter and I have found some common ground.
No, seriously.
That, and Hell has thrown their name in the hat to host the next Winter Olympics.
It could be that Annie is just realizing that George isn't the Republican Dream Date she thought he was...which could actually occur. At some point.
Or I've entered a parallel universe.
In which I have common ground with Ann Coulter.
Must lie down now. Need Aleve...
Hi,
I'm still around, just really busy and tired. I read the news and my books, but it all seems to wash over me. Nothing really stays.
I will try and think of some amusing later, okay?
Promise.