Eating Colgate at Suppertime.

I feel a little ripped off. I'm not the President's accountant. Heck, I've pretty much done nothing of any consequence, smart or otherwise, since staying in a Holiday Inn Express on Saturday night. I even used the #1 Guest-Rated Showerhead. TV is so deceitful. That's why we cut off our cable.

I wish we still had our cable.

Today we drywalled my side of the room.

I never realized, until tonite, how much subtle grown-up humor there is in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. It's choc-full of it. I can see why I had so many nightmares from that film. That boat scene still gives me severe willies.

(That was my punniest paragraph ever.)