7.24.2005

Goodnight, Goodnight, and again, Goodnight

I'm going to bed before my righteous indignation makes my head explode (again).

Have a good one. If you're hungry, I'm serving Belgian waffles and homemade ice cream around nine in the morning (People's Republic of Vermont time). Drop by and don't mind the 105-pound puppy whose growl is worse than his slobber.