Let's Call It An Affront To My Diginity.

The stupidness is coming hot and quick this morning. And it’s coming in waves. Didn’t even have time to open my mailbox this morning. Maybe just not the desire. It was waiting for me in the printer this time. Things that make you say “Jesus, are you serious?”. The mailbox is another story entirely, but one so indecent it belongs in a back alley somewhere.

Still outrageously excited about curling and the comically adorable John Morris. As Angela from Bones would say he’s about as “cute as a monkey petting a puppy”. He in fact may be the Derek Jeter of curling. He is about the only thing that has ever made me excited about the Olympics spectacle. The only thing save Alexie Nemov, but I digress. To place it in perspective, if I can, it is quite huger than the girls downstairs bringing lunch from Chipotle. Which they are in fact doing today.