no news is good news, so they say. although things have gotten so stale here i'm wondering if this isn't the proverbial calm before the storm. or mind numbing dullness before the storm.

but what storm? i'd love it to be the discovery of a colony of leprechauns beneath one of my floorboards, but more likely it'll be rats and a hole in the wall.

and what about happy storms? are those allowed? (she holds her right index finger high in the air). i'll take one happy storm and a side of smashed potatoes to go please. and a beer. definitely a beer.