Saturday, August 20, 2005

The hell?

It's 5:37?!? Where did the day go? Where did this week go? I want it back. Do over!!

Oh well. Time marches on, waits for no man, flies when you're having fun, and gathers no moss, counts it's chickens before they've flown the coop, and gets out of the kitchen because it spoils the pie. Time is busy, you know.

1 comment:

Amy said...

It's the busiest fictional character ever!