Saturday, July 23, 2005

Cough, cough, cough...

So I just spent two weeks in Cedar City with some of my mom's side of the family, and I have returned home with some nasty stuff in my lungs. I don't know if it was the smoke and ash from nearby fires. I don't know if it was the climate, the vegetation or what it could have been. I do know that my ribs are killing me. Blasted allergies! The good thing for those around me is that I can't talk much without having coughing fits. Thus, I talk less. No rants about Greg Ostertag, George Bush, or Karl Rove. In short, here goes the typed version: One of the three was given a pink slip but then rehired, and the one who can't be rehired should be doing the firing of the last. Get it?

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

got it, right on.