My Incredibly Unremarkable Life

My body didn't even think about waking up till after 8 AM this morning. It's the Olympics--they're doing reruns/highlights/whatever right after Star Trek. Star Trek starts at midnight. (Need I say more?)

Anyway, I got a little stuff done around the house and then went on a short errand in the late afternoon. While I was out I stopped at Subway. Their seafood sandwich on flatbread was extremely good.

I have an 8:30 AM dr. appt. tomorrow--I should probably skip the Olympics tonight.

The columnist James Gill had a doozie of a typo the other day. He was talking about the recent elections in New Orleans. In addition to electing a new Mayor the voters also decided to reduce the number of elected tax assessors. Well, somehow it ended up in the paper as " . . . and one property sex assessor instead, Lord help us, of seven."

I e-mail a short letter to the editor. I'm sure others spotted the typo and probably wrote also. So far, nothing in the paper.

(Maybe the typesetter had a bit too much Mardi Gras?)

That was my chuckle for yesterday.

I need to make sure I have a book to read in the waiting room tomorrow. That usually guarantees a short wait.

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2010-02-18 6:57 PM This and That Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (1) Share on Facebook	My body didn't even think about waking up till after 8 AM this morning. It's the Olympics--they're doing reruns/highlights/whatever right after Star Trek. Star Trek starts at midnight. (Need I say more?) Anyway, I got a little stuff done around the house and then went on a short errand in the late afternoon. While I was out I stopped at Subway. Their seafood sandwich on flatbread was extremely good. I have an 8:30 AM dr. appt. tomorrow--I should probably skip the Olympics tonight. The columnist James Gill had a doozie of a typo the other day. He was talking about the recent elections in New Orleans. In addition to electing a new Mayor the voters also decided to reduce the number of elected tax assessors. Well, somehow it ended up in the paper as " . . . and one property sex assessor instead, Lord help us, of seven." I e-mail a short letter to the editor. I'm sure others spotted the typo and probably wrote also. So far, nothing in the paper. (Maybe the typesetter had a bit too much Mardi Gras?) That was my chuckle for yesterday. I need to make sure I have a book to read in the waiting room tomorrow. That usually guarantees a short wait. Read/Post Comments (1) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top
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