I was going to come up with something brilliant, some insight that would make you realize that this is the place to come for your answers to all the world’s most deep and puzzling questions, but then I realized that I have nothing brilliant to say. If my brain was a washcloth it would be that brittle one hanging on the handrail in the shower, dried up and rough and just a little musty-smelling, instead of the Bounce-fresh just-from-the-dryer brain I wish I could present to you.
My humble apologies.
At least my brain is not the soap puddle that accumulates in the soap dish because water got in it again. That would be gross.
Added Later: Still nothin’.
