Friday
With a deadline looming, a new job at a sno cone syrup bottling plant and a head full of spackle, stain and sanitizer, I’m ready to be done for the year. I’ve acquired a couch, so relaxing has been the most obvious option, but I’ve refused, telling myself that everything but relaxing needs to be accomplished. But I DID head to the St. Louis Magazine party last night where the new editor was up for viewing. I gave him a pineapple. Only a couple people (not including the ed) understood what it meant. Anyone have any guesses? A cookie if you get it right.
