I just got a message in my spam box that said, "You are a moron. Click here for proof."
Please tell me, is anyone really going to click on that? Seriously. And who do these people think they are? It's bad enough that they come up with every possible way to describe how to enlarge male body parts, sell me Rolex watches, or get discount medication. Now they have the nerve to call me names?
I hate spam.
But I do like Monty Python's Spam skit.
Do you need a reminder? Click here.
Last night, we had our neighbors and their two boys over for a barbeque. It's so fun to make friends together. I mean, Patrick has his friends, and I have mine from before we met, but it's nice to meet people together, you know?
It's a gloomy day here today and Jack and I are baking cookies and watching "Meemo" (Nemo).
Rainy days and Mondays can be nice, sometimes.
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