Archive for: August 2008

Last weekend the husband of a good friend of mine died in a whitewater rafting accident. In about half an hour I’ll be heading out to the funeral.

I learned long ago that there’s nothing you can say in times …

I’m trying to work on some new pickup lines. Vote in comments for the ones you like:

1) So, you wanna go outside to my Toyota Corolla?

2) Come here, and I’ll let you rub my bald spot. It’s so …

If a high forehead is a sign of intelligence, I’m getting smarter every year. I have a fancy French haircut - it’s in full retreat. If my bald spot gets any bigger, people will confuse me with Friar …