So. Mom returned home today, very excited, because she had purchased…funnels. I don’t know why she was excited.
Although a funnel is a useful thing, it’s nothing to get excited about. I don’t anyone has ever been excited about a funnel, at least not since Monsieur Francois Funnelle invented the things in 1368.
Oh well.
Anyway, war, blah blah blah. I’m getting sick of the media saturation. It’s absolutely pouring rain outside today, which seems like an appropriate metaphor. I’m hoping the rain will wash away the lumps of disgusting end-of-winter snow-turned-ice-banks that are lining the streets. Hope hope.
So, remember: Black Adder. The second.
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