Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Wherein My Dear Husband Is Impugned

Here. And it's supposedly MY fault for being the "*someone* [who] tossed me a softball".

OK, that last quote was from an offline e-mail. But anyone who extolls freakin' liver--OK, tart it up by using the word foie gras, if you insist--milkshakes deserves what he gets.