My God. It’s only the 2nd day of my after-Thanksgiving vacation (the 1st with nobody else at home), and I have already resorted to eating lunch in my jammies while watching Jerry Springer.
What a piece of work is man.
My God. It’s only the 2nd day of my after-Thanksgiving vacation (the 1st with nobody else at home), and I have already resorted to eating lunch in my jammies while watching Jerry Springer.
What a piece of work is man.
I understand.
On my vacation at the beginning of Novemember, I found myself watching Oprah.
Just once, though. 🙂
If you haven’t danced around the house naked yet, you’re not done :b
As it should be! Enjoy!
Gosh! Now I remember where I know you from. You were in that version of Hair that the Space Coast players did, what, years ago. I didn’t recognize you with your clothes on. 😉
Jerry Springer — that’s nothin’.
wait until you find yourself *hanging* on every word Judge Judy says.
How noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving, how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me; no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.
(Loves me some Hamlet)
Oh dear. Somehow I’m compelled to say “I’m sorry, man”.
Thanks for your Thanksgiving wishes, baby!