Yesterday, I was out running around with a friend, and we stopped at Starbucks, she had a Latte, and I asked for a small caramel Macchiato (btw, a "small" over there is referred to as a "tall"...go figure)...thus began a night of unspeakable depravity...
The details are hazy, but after getting home, I logged onto TechIMO, just to, you know...
check in.... I came to with my daughters tugging on my sleeves and imploring me to "
Get OFF the computer!!" :embarrassment: Their eyes were HUGE in their pale faces...
The next thing I remember is watching a show on MTV called "Celebrity Death Match" and being held in thrall in anticipation of the outcome.
This morning, reviewing my posts of the night before, I discover a strong theme running through them, a series of strange, unearthly allusions to interplanetary doings...
I conclude that either:
a) I'm just waiting for the Mothership to pick me up and take me home, or....
b) Watch out for Macchiato!