January 2008
“One more win, and I’m becoming a groupie and/or begging for a job…”
– On McCain’s fiery win in the ol’ Palmetto State tonight.
“It comes with an instruction booklet.”
– Saturday night with my two favorite people, and a free bottle of Dom Perignon. In flutes from Ikea. It tastes…like champagne. (Although it’s possible my aversion to anything more that $10 a bottle has altered my palate slightly…)
On serial killers, respective success...
Z: So who was the best serial killer?
B: The ones who haven't been caught. The one's who took care of details.
Z: Is it possible to do that? Could you kill and get away with it?
B: I could kill YOU and get away with it.
“Smells like Senior Spirit…”
– John McCain whips the whippersnappers in the ol’ Granite State.
“How is watching two debates, back-to-back, right before bed like eating a...”
– Two words: Weird dreams. Verrrrry weird dreams.
“What’s more like waiting for a bus than New Year’s Eve? Oh,...”
– A whole day of hype, for a thirty-minute payoff…
Good Morning Iowa!
It’s caucus time, baby! It’s like Christmas, Fourth of July, and your Birthday for Civics Nerds everywhere….
“Sen. John McCain of Arizona, whose campaign was languishing six months ago, and...”
– Uh, I don’t wanna say I tol’ ya so, but…
Rules of civilization: A series.
Here’s the first: 1. Waste-paper baskets are exclusively for that: Waste PAPER. Not banana peels. Not food garbage. Especially not out in the open in a public place. Gross, gross, gross.
P.S.
I was home by midnight watching Columbo. New Year’s Eve or no, a girl’s gotta have priorities.
“Get child’s input on name change after two years of age.”
– From this inane (insane?) article on changing your kid’s name when the whole “Emma-Claire-Madison” thing doesn’t work out so well. But asking the kid? If I’d had my say, I’d be named Tina right now.
December 2007
