When I was a kid, I was gifted a stack of comic books. One of them was Wonder Woman. I pretended I wasn’t interested in “that girl comic” but man, she had cleavage. Whether I noticed that because of hard-wired genetics or months of breast-feeding, the world may never know. What I do …
So I tried upgrading to WordPress 3.0 with my old theme and the whole thing went blank and crapped out. Until I have the time to sort this sucker out, it’s back to Genericville USA.
This might be more urgent if I’d actually posted anything in the last few days, but hey, there you go.
So I’ve taken up running again. Not because it’s a life passion, but more because the dreamtastic Ragnar Wasatch Back relay is pretty much here, bellowing and beating its red-haired chest right behind me– and right now, that Ragnar dude’s breath smells like personal embarrassment and shame.
That means I’m back in a cushy pair of …
Little man came to me this morning touting that he not only dressed himself but that he was the “New Sheriff in town”, watch out bandits I’ve heard he’s the fastest Nerf shot in town.
