Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
REDIRECT ALERT! (Scroll down past this mess if you're trying to read an archived post. Thanks. No, really, thanks.)
Due to my inability to control my temper and complacently accept continued silliness with not-quite-as-reliable-as-it-ought-to-be Blogger/Blogspot, your beloved Possumblog will now waddle across the Information Dirt Road and park its prehensile tail at http://possumblog.mu.nu.
This site will remain in place as a backup in case Munuvia gets hit by a bus or something, but I don't think they have as much trouble with this as some places do. ::cough::blogspot::cough:: So click here and adjust your links. I apologize for the inconvenience, but it's one of those things.
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
One of the things they don't warn you about in prenatal classes is that towards the end of your pregnancy, you go stark raving mad. Crazy as a bessie bug.
Well, Jordana Adams just sent me this photograph of how I would look in my new winter ensemble.
I rest my case.
And in the immortal words of Bullwinkle J. Moose, "I gotta get a new hat!"
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