I was visiting with Greg last night while I was making dinner, which looks a lot like me rattling on while he gazes at the forementioned laptop, when he suddenly started laughing. I paused because I wasn't saying something especially witty - it's hard to find funny in the middle east - when I realized he wasn't really *listening* but whatever. It happens.
Turns out he was thinking of me all along, a quieter me, making me into a 'Simpsons' character because you can totally do that on this here internet.
We Miltons sure know how to use our time effectively.
I give you Lisa
I think I heard something about what's good for the goose is good for the gander or something like that. Here's Greg.
Long to be yellow? Jaundice-free fun, right this way. (Don't be alarmed by the freaky BK dude. He's a sponsor. I'm sorry.)
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