spitballs, from life.

For Neph!

The damn thing was at the Indian restaurant! Yay!
Does one tip a resto worker that returns ones lost thingies?
What if I'm a regular? Hmmm...

Good citizen that I am, I decided to head to the polls in today's Provincial Elections.
Feeling light-hearted and just a bit silly I asked the scrutineer "Who's winning?" He nailed my ass with "You are." Booya!
Yep. Two points for Capitan Politico...

I'll admit to being disappointed that Mr. McCain actually received as many votes as he did but in the end it all worked out.

Congrats to the republic to the South, I'm happy for you.

XOXO

"You open it with a flourish and a ripple of newsprint, your buoyant self-confidence evident in the way you turn the pages with a snap of the wrist, taking in the gray matter swiftly, your eyes dancing over the world's sorrows and moving on, crinkling the page, snapping it, rolling it, folding the paper in halves and quarters, tucking it under the arm and tapping it against the palm. Cary Grant, Spencer Tracy, Jimmy Stewart, all the greats, used the newspaper to demonstrate cool." - Garrison Keillor 2006.