Why didn’t someone force me to watch “Arrested Development” earlier?<\/p>\n
A columnist crapped out so I was commissioned earlier today to write a column for Sidelines<\/em><\/a>. Because I have nothing of import to impart, it was a challenge. Plus, I’ve never been a very confident columnist anyway. Looking back, I should have kept my keyboard shut on more than one occasion. Or maybe I should’ve just used the editorial space to espouse my opinions, since it’s technically unsigned. Wait, I did that a couple of times. Mmmm, the power of the press.<\/p>\n Today I worked for a little while. Got a haircut. Well, a slight trim, anyway. I had a rattail thing going and had no idea until I was cleaning up the dressing room today and saw it in the three-way mirror. Did my friends hide this from me on purpose, or did they think I was trying to make a fashion statement? This girl I work with has been saying, “Gosh, your hair grows so fast!” to me for weeks. Maybe that was what she was getting at.<\/p>\n Posters are coming off the walls. Magnets, including our space poetry<\/a>, are off the fridge. That was tough to do. We’ve got to tackle the walk-in closet, and it’s quite the beast. A week from tomorrow is the big day.<\/p>\n