The view from my boss's window late this afternoon. Pretty!
I don't get Girls' Night Out either. In fact, I much prefer my usual Tuesday Therapy Night sessions.
Men, women, straight, gay, single, divorced, married, all age ranges, and a wide variety of professional histories.
And blogmeets are fun, too.
Personally, I prefer the diversity.
You Are a Trifle
No doubt, you have many intricate layers. But deep down, you're a little squishy.
(A tip of the cap to Richmond.)
This bitch must be related to my Third Grade teacher.
Mrs. Clark, wherever you are, I'd probably still believe if it wasn't for you. You're lucky the Princess Mom let you live.
Mayor Shortshanks really ought to pay attention to history. Snow removal (or lack thereof) was the death of Michael Bilandic's mayoral career.
The good folks of Chicago are pissed as hell... and nothing lasts forever. (Okay. Maybe unless you're a Daley. But even Da Mair might not be bulletproof over this mess.)
JihadGene says, "It's Friday! Let's Dance!!!" and he's doing it Cajun style. Here you go, my friend: