linkismyhero

The new site has an excess of Flash,
And it causes my browser to crash.
It's much too disordered;
Some people have bordered
On calling the beta site "trash".

I am having simply too much fun with the OEDILF. I've written many more limericks. "Bulb", "brown-bagging", "butchery", and "bowling" are in the confirming stage and a week away from final approval.

So mom saw Morrissey. She and her friends lucked out big time; they scored front row tickets. There were some extra tickets that had been reserved for photographers and press and such, but when nobody claimed them, they gave them out. Mom not only got front row center, she touched Morrissey several times, including touching his (famous if not infamous) hair, and giving him one of the little cards upon which her travel cell phone number is written. (She rented a special cell phone that works overseas, since her old one wouldn't have worked there). She had an amazing experience, and I'm happy for her. She called me the day after, though, feeling sad, coming down from the experience. She thinks she'll never get an opportunity like this again, but I'm actually a bit more optimistic.

Anyway, she's happy, and I'm happy that she's happy.