While waiting in the checkout line at the grocery store today I scanned the tabloids. I was hoping for a few telltale photos of celebrities and their cellulite. Poor Pierce Brosnan’s wife has it pretty bad (not that I’m anyone to talk). She always gets nailed.
I was greeted not by dimply thighs, however, but by the headline screaming that the world will end on October 11, 2009 – exactly one month before my birthday. That really pisses me off! I’m getting gypped out of turning 50! I want to be 50, I do. I don’t have a problem with it. When I’m 50 I move up to the 50-54 age group in races, which means I might actually beat somebody.
Poor L is going to be seriously bummed as well. He’s counting the days until the release of “Where the Wild Things Are”, Spike Jonze’s movie adaptation of the old childhood classic by Maurice Sendak. It’s not coming out until October 16th. Maybe he can catch a sneak preview of it somewhere.
Does this mean that J doesn't have to do his college applications?
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