28 December 2005

Well, well, well. Isn't this a fine kettle of fish!

You make one little snide remark at the expense of another's gastrointestinal distress and you end up glued to Tommy Crapper's porcelain widget.

It's enough to make one believe in karma, or at least suspect that the spouse has been reading the blog again.

Fie! Damme these marthambles!

And that's the way I likes it.