Hump-Day Tidbits
- Remember how I was talking about our little Valley of the Dolls fundraiser and encouraging y’all to come? Well, please don’t. There’s no more room at the inn, if you know what I’m sayin’. Wish us luck…
- Apart from the whole 2257 thing, today’s major aggravations include Jenny McCarthy’s unwarranted 16th minute; the pairing of my nemesis Bob Dylan and the Ebola of coffeehouses, Starbucks; and picking a silverware pattern for the feeding spoon of my best friend’s new baby. I mean, I’ve always been partial to Buttercup, but what if little Lottie (love the name, right?) is more of a Francis I or–heaven forbid–Repousée?
- Out of the blue, someone sent me a link to this animation about the whole Social Security conflamma. After watching it, I think I’m more confused than ever, but then, that’s the nature of the beast, n’est-ce pas? And besides, the colors are pretty.
- Little-known fact: I once had a date with Andrew Cunanan’s roommate.
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