I just noticed that the calendar in my office is one of those cheap buggers that comes with the newspaper. Apparently, May is Ontario asparagus month or some such shit. (When I was eighteen, my mother put a Playboy desk calendar in my Christmas stocking. She must have thought I was gay. There is no other reasonable explanation. Is there?)
Good night, folks.
Yeah, I know. The title says observations. Plural. But I have a back spasm. And my dog needs to go for a whizz. Me, too, for that matter. (Thank you, Mr. Heineken.) Hold on, Shadow. I just need to hit...Publish... and Post.
Yeah girl, I'm coming. But this thing needs a picture. Wait... Browse... Arr!
2 weeks ago