Good hair is an impossibility on a day when it's 97 degrees and raining. And anyway, you're not worrying about your hair; instead you're wondering, "When the hell did I move to Calcutta?"
Blogs I Admit To Reading
No Divageek Can Live Without
- The New York Times
- Slashdot: News for nerds, stuff that matters
- Apple
- National Weather Service Forecast Office - Memphis, TN
- The Internet Movie Database (IMDb)
- BugMeNot.com
- Slate
- PBS
- Sacred Space
- DG's own "Don't Drink The Kool-Aid" site
- The Note
- NOLA.com: Everything New Orleans
- Stuff On My Cat
- Association of Yale Alumni
- McClatchy Washington Bureau | Homepage
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We'd take the rain. We're edging toward becoming Drought Central again.
Posted by: Lex | 06 August 2008 at 01:00 PM
you could have a monsoon wedding though. I'll birng the marigolds!
Posted by: heza | 11 August 2008 at 07:18 PM