Showing posts with label dear homer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dear homer. Show all posts

Jul 1, 2008

In Homer I Trust


But, dude, whatcha doing? What's with the draft pick stock-pile?

And in Other Musings

Dear God,

What good are June, July and August, really?

  • They're just hot and humid.
  • They provide a constant possible trigger for my asthma when I'm jogging.
  • I have to jog! I can't run in that muck.
  • They zap my appetite.
  • They account for approximately 5/8 of my electric bill for the year.

Worst of all, the boys are on vacation because hockey isn't happening.

Going stir-crazy in Philly,

Nadine of Flyers.Femme