You know the little nylon slipcovers that go on the outside of your umbrella?
I just found mine outside next to the steps on the loading dock and I have no CLUE how it got there.
I went over to the Ferg to get my mail today and I saw a little girl with her orientation packet and what-not getting the keys to her post office box. She looked like she was twelve. I wonder if that's just a side effect of getting (and feeling) older; that people younger than you look far, far younger than you can remember looking and feeling when you were their age.
I need a new suitcase and a good watch; suggestions?
Sam and Retard John are getting on like gangbusters. Which honestly doesn't surprise me one bit :)