And The Waiting Is The Hardest Part
As I sit here waiting on a conference with Buffy the doctor
, I have seen two stories that make me just want to go ahead and "just throw right up" as the fabulous Tits
First of all, Westboro Baptist Church
will be picketing the funerals of the Amish school girls. I'm personally sick to death of Fred Phelps. I have nothing nice to say and so I won't say anything at all other than these folks are CRAZY. (H/T to Michael Silence)
Second, leave Harry Potter alone
. I'll be honest, I am not one of those crazed fans (the sis is, man, she loves her some Harry) about the Potter novels but I like them a whole lot. I'm a crazed fan about Lost
, (don't go to that link if you don't want to be spoiled because, although Jeff Jenson walks around stuff, he does give some things up) which starts tonight.
And I'll be on pain meds if I'm lucky which should make it very surreal.
And John H. has coined a great phrase. Ex-Foley-ate.