I sometimes look back at my recent posts for some sort of accounting of the week. Apparently, animals are really causing me stress lately. Wordjanitor...
- is chillin' in the sunny backyard and checking e-mail for flaming chickens.
- would be getting this stuff done if not for the flying monkeys throwing poo.
- is just having a fine ol' time juggling rabid wolverines and herding tired cats.
- laughs: "Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come."- Matt Groening