He shaved the diplodocus!

We're going to game 7. The Red Sox and the Yankees are now 3 and 3.

To paraphrase stealthmuffin:

"Curt! Curt, I love you! But we only have nine innings left to save Boston!"

I shall now shimmy like a ciliate.

Armageddon, Armageddon, and Jehosaphat, how may I direct your call?

Nightmarish conference call this morning.

Still don't know what I did wrong.
How did I manage to put X in conference with the hold music from Emory University? How did I manage to completely disconnect Y? And what the heck happened when I hung up?

Phooey. I need a cuppa Bailey's and a place to nest and read my novel. Not gonna happen till the end of the day.

A big woot to all exam-takers, costume-makers, and donut-bakers! You make me happy even in the midst of my Homsar-like AaaaaAAAaaaAAA-ing!