It appears that the toaster will have to come out of April’s budget, due to one too many late-night forays onto Amazon.com.
In related news, I’m unlikely to run out of juicy things to read, soon. However, my husband will be toasting bread in the broiler until the Anchor Client sends me another check.
My friends seem to think I ought to read fiction. But I love fiction, and yet still might be done with it. It’s like what George Kaplan once told me about LSD: “when it’s time to give it up for good, you’ll know.”
On the other hand, “never say never again.”
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