Monthly Archives: December 2003
The importance of being Frank
I had dinner with Frank tonight, because there he was and I also was there as well. He has a boat now – I mean, he had a boat when we were dating, but now he actually knows how to sail it – and is soon to be sent to Belgium to work and live. … Continue reading
I want to eat pie. Still.
When you see a coworker in the hall, you have to make a disparaging comment about your job. It’s like a drinking game, in that the rules are simple and it isn’t very fun. You have to say “I sure am glad it’s Friday,” or “Wish that weekend was longer,” or something on those lines. … Continue reading
Not for long, Pie Man.
Not since the J. Peterman catalogue have I been so tempted to buy merchandise just for the sake of its fantastic copy. Or maybe this isn’t that good, and I’m slipping. Either way, I am the world’s best grandma and I want to eat pie.