OK, this is weird. It's raining in my front yard but not my back yard.
Natter 48 Contiguous States of Denial
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Have another interview tomorrow. Yikes! I kind of figured this one was dead, but now I'm getting thrown to the higher-ups, which seems like it must be a good sign.
With my boss leaving, this all becomes so much more fraught, though. But we shall see.
Is it raining on your roof? Or only on half of it?
Deer Protest Lack of Salt Licks. 5 Engineers Held Hostage at Antlerpoint. Campus is Closed.
There was a scone about a block away calling my name. So I had to get it and eat it.
How mature was it?
It's raining in my front yard but not my back yard.
Is it raining frogs? Or blood?
How mature was it?
Well, it lacked blueberries, but instead had black currants (I think). So I'm guessing more mature than usual.
Now the sun is out and all the rain has stopped.
No toads. No blood or fire.
Yet.
Cute puppy wearing old-fashioned swimsuit: [link]
If OJ makes any money off of this, it goes to the Goldmans and the Browns -- who he's never paid because he makes a point of not making money. It's all more twisted than I could have imagined.