I'm surprised at how much I don't know.
I created about 1000 credit card sized, laminated, edited cliff note versions of "The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich" in case I run into anybody in Valdese who needs to know what an actual Nazi is. Not really.
A few minutes ago I used a pair of scissors to pry apart some chocolate cookies that had melted together. It was not a good decision, and please don't tell my wife.
I find I'm cynical sometimes, but I'm not cynical enough to be a political cartoonist. Also, I can't really draw.
Whenever there's a movie about a dog, somebody's going to die.
Whenever there's a movie about Christmas, somebody's going to die.
I suppose I'd rather watch Bachelor Pad than be water boarded, but I'd have to think about it. No I don't. Somebody call Dick Cheney and let's get it over with.
I believe the worst day of summer was Sept 2nd or 3rd - it was hot & humid, then there was an afternoon thundershower, and then it got hotter and more humid. I'm thinking about that now, because it's 45-50 degrees cooler, and I'm pretty sure I don't like it.
If I had 1.9 million dollars in cash to spend, I could think of a lot of things to do with it other than buying a house in Costa Rica.
When I read over some of my older posts, I cringe. I suppose one day I'll read this and cringe.