I had an entry here that I had to delete because of a confidentiality agreement I signed. Sorry.
Song going through my head this morning: “Monchichi”, the old commercial jingle. Somebody please put me out of my misery.
I had an entry here that I had to delete because of a confidentiality agreement I signed. Sorry.
Song going through my head this morning: “Monchichi”, the old commercial jingle. Somebody please put me out of my misery.
I've finally formulated a theory on what will be revealed at the end of Lost, and I haven't seen this idea elsewhere so I'll post it and let the net assimilate it, chew it over, and spit it out.
Walking by the reception desk here in my office, I saw this envelope — and wondered just how Jesus decides who he will and won’t endorse. After all, our God is better than their God, right? Funny how some [more...]
Without realizing it, when I got dressed this morning I put on green boxer shorts and red socks.
Don we now our gay apparel, indeed.
…oh so soft and cuddely,
put their thumb in their mouth their really sweee,
fun to cuddle their little feet
la la la
la la la
happy happy Monchichi…