I'm starting to feel guilty that I haven't tried to write something poignant or insightful about Hurricane Katrina or the response to it. Then I realized that I'm an idiot and this is my idiotic blog.
My chair has nothing to say about Katrina, it's just for my ass. My ass has nothing to say about Katrina, it's just for my excretory system (that's my story and I'm sticking to it). Similarly, this blog has nothing to say about Katrina. It's just a place for my dumb notes on what's been going on in my life. That being said...
Daisy and I went out to dinner together on Saturday night. We slid into opposite sides of a booth:
Daisy: Hey, this is a pretty good booth.
Me: (smiling at Daisy) Yeah, I've got a nice view here.
Daisy: (matter of factly) I don't.
Me: (smiling less) I'm talking about you. I'm talking about my view of you.
Daisy: I know.