Sometimes I wonder if the good people realize the extent of my pain. In 2005, I walked into an elevator and standing next to me was none other than the disease we know as Jon Bon Jovi. He was spouting some nonsense about a cowboy on a steel horse. Now I don’t know about you but as far as my equine self is concerned, steel horses are about as useful as knowing that Tupac danced ballet in high school and ended up portraying the Mouse King in a production of The Nutcracker.
At this very moment, Cassandra and Jessica were discussing stats.
Too funny. My understanding is that a brazilian is ten more than a Namibian.
Bill, Tom is trying to teach us math!
I think a Brazilian is a little less than a millennium, correct . . . oh look, a kitty!
Bill, Deb is trying to teach us math!
I get intimidated by statistics Bill Y. Is it me or are these two girls geniuses?
There are those who would use different words to describe them Don Don’s!
Are you trying to teach us math again?
I’m as un-guilty of that as I am of not trying or something.