(Although I could have done without it being on the nose. I am not going to wind up disfigured from this. The Henry Waxman look just isn't for me, and neither is Tycho Brahe's.)
So that's why there wasn't exactly much posting or commenting here from me yesterday afternoon. I took Bobbi to work and then me to the freshly-reopened Aristocrat pub for a bowl of French-onion-soup-flavored comfort food. and then practiced my moping for most of the afternoon.
|French onion soup from the Artistocrat pub. Good for what ails ya. (Unless what ails ya is atherosclerosis, in which case it's probably not.)|