"The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails." -- William Arthur Ward
It's that time of the week, for new links! There's an interesting debate going on between readers in the Letters to the Editor section of the Reader. If you're into that kind of thing, check it out.
But, even MORE interesting than that (I like to think) is My COLUMN this week, called Divine Intervention. It's all about God, and my father's amazing ability to manifest toilets. That's right, my father manifested a portable TOILET. Dig it. Dig it hard.
I'm at my sister Jane's right now. When she gets out of the shower, we're heading out for prego clothes. Yesterday, after lunch with Dad and friends, I had a relaxing, fun time kickin' it with Ollie. Never a dull moment.
Tonight I've got to go to a bar past my bedtime to celebrate a couple about to be married (that's Saturday). Tomorrow night, it's dinner on the town with my man and a good friend, then Saturday, the wedding, and when do I have time to pee? Probably right after Jane gets out of the shower.
If only I had my father's power of manifestation, I wouldn't have to plan things like when and where to pee.