The saga continues. Or hasn't begun. Still haven't worked up the minerals.
I couldn't shake the feeling that it at first looked like I was soliciting a prostitute, so I added the table. All better. Now it just looks like I'm buying a dimebag*. From Madame Frou-frou's House of Frou, naturally. Sigh. Well, it's the lesser of two evils, I guess.
*Because I can only assume that they come pretty and pale and beribboned. It's a pastel kind of culture, right?
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