I ran into Bobafred and Mingaling last night at Target in the midst of what Bobafred called my “mighty quest” to find a festive holiday ascot. No luck last night, but a trip to the fabric store and five dollars later, I have the baddest assest ascot Jesus has ever seen. (And enough fabric for […]
There was a foot of snow on the ground here in Boston yesterday. It was supposed to be my big day walking around Boston seeing all that can be seen. I wasn’t too concerned about the snow. A foot of snow is a rare sight for an Atlanta, but Boston takes good care of its […]
No more talking Jesii are available at Wal-Mart, and Target is almost out. Should have done your Christmas shopping earlier. (Hat tip to my fundy spy.)
So don’t be so damn naughty.
Burningbird writes of carts, horses, chickens, eggs, and why Doris Lessing screwed up her Nobel acceptance speech. So quit blogging already, you’re hurting baby Jesus.
Be sure to stick with it to the end, philosophy fans.