how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity
Inadvertently Beth-Annie-pleasing house decision of the week. (The week being about four weeks ago.)
Today was and is our move. It is going well. Our movers are Paul Arpin Van Lines. You do not care about this, unless, of course, you are Beth-Annie. Why would Beth-Annie care? On each side of our Paul Arpin Moving Truck are two sizeable phrases. The biggest reads, “Paul Arpin Van Lines.” The second biggest reads, “Official movers of the LPGA.”
This is very, very strange, not only because I don’t know why LPGA needs an official moving company, but also because Paul Arpin is seemingly also the official movers of the NFL, yet this information is not on our truck anywhere. Did they give us a girly truck because Kim is the one who made set up the moving appointment? I do not know.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.