Although Washingtonienne needs her own reality show — scandalous!
But apparently “RW” will be in Adams Morgan — in a wonderful district full of bars, bars and more bars. Sounds like every other season of the show. …
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Although Washingtonienne needs her own reality show — scandalous!
But apparently “RW” will be in Adams Morgan — in a wonderful district full of bars, bars and more bars. Sounds like every other season of the show. …
But until then, here’s a joke to tide ya over. …
A business man got on an elevator. When he entered, there was a blonde already inside who greeted him with a
bright, “T-G-I-F.”
He smiled at her and replied, “S-H-I-T.”
She looked puzzled, and repeated, “T-G-I-F,” more slowly.
He again answered, “S-H-I-T.”
The blonde was trying to keep it friendly, so, she smiled her biggest smile and said as sweetly as possible, “T-G-I-F.”
The man smiled back to her once again said, “S-H-I-T.”
The exasperated blonde finally decided to explain, T-G-I-F means Thank Goodness It’s Friday. “Get it, duuhhh?”
The man answered, “S-H-I-T” means Sorry Honey, It’s Thursday!!”
The newspaper still hasn’t gone to bed (it was due yesterday). Waiting for an ad and Cruise Director’s column, so we took the extra day for extensive proofing and design tweaking. If nobody else is in a rush, neither should those of us responsible for getting the damned thing out the door.
Shan has to get emergency surgery today — at the same hospital that butchered the hell outta me last September. She’s got a wall of gall stones, which was discovered after she visited three other doctors who told her she was in perfect health. Not to mention that pain, but her mother-in-law “Queen Bea” is blowing into town and staying till Sunday. Poor Shan never gets a break in this life!