Sitting on the couch, knowing I have to post before I can watch LOST, I am sighing. LOUDLY. I’ve got nothing. I’m browsing my reader, looking for something to inspire.
Bryan:Â What are you doing?
Me:Â Looking for something to write about.
Bryan: LOST, honey. LOST!
Me: I KNOW. That’s why I’m looking. I want something pithy and short.
Bryan:Â (grinning) Well…that’s not me.
Six foot six, packing a punchline wherever he goes…
Speaking of pith, I noticed a pith helmet in Donna’s office. I tell ya those babies are never out of style. If I ever go to Africa I’m swapping the Texas accent for British and the Bangora for pith.
Tut tut ole boy!