Weekends continue to flit by in the blink of an eye. Even elongated ones. Particularly elongated ones. Especially particularly elongated ones filled with friends and family.
I can't believe it's Monday again already. Four long, belabored, seemingly endless days blanket my horizons with a joyless abyss of commuter traffic and elliptical training. And all I can do is count the minutes until Vegas, pretend the animal crackers in my desk drawer are not singing my name in unison, and avoid looking at the clock. Also, not that easy.
Boy is it ever one of those days.
Blogger.com has PMS and isn't playing well with others. So you'll just have to conjure your own image of the giant sack of (singing) animal crackers that I was going to post on the left. Imagine at will.
I'm told it's hitting about 85 degrees outside today, here in our nation's capitol. I may even conjure up the energy to check it out for myself, but that's unlikely.
So... anyone know any decent jokes?