Monday, June 11, 2007
The most exciting thing I did this weekend
was extract this king-sized hairball from the exhaust pipe to our clothes dryer. Pay no attention to the paint stirrer, or the unopened container of paint that is supposed to cover the bathroom walls. (I think it needs to ripen a little more; three years isn't nearly enough.) The dryer is working really, really well now.
Now off to mull over the bizarro ending to The Sopranos. If only I weren't still humming "Don't Stop Believin'." (And if I see another stupid teevee critic describe it as "the ultimate power ballad of the 1980s," I will scream.)