is what I said after reading this article on bloggers by Rebekah Schilperoort at the West Seattle Herald.
If you’re in WS, could you pick me up a copy of the paper? I can’t leave my spot at the dinner table right now.
And here’s a picture of my boss. I’m not sure if he’s pining for the dog or the case of bud light.
Edit: Angelo pointed out that a little math could calculate my age, but Rebekah made me a year older. That is my fault, though. I’ve never been good with numbers, even my own. This is ironic because one of my biggest flaws is also a math term: A-D-D.