The honeymoon is over when your bride serves you meatloaf. (Given that by the most liberal possible measure of time, the honeymoon was over at least 20 years ago, I am not surprised. I am, however, surprised that it took this long for her to resort to meatloaf.)
Yankees. Please. I need some sleep. So does Jorge. Please make this stop. I can understand the joy of killing off the Red Sox in the Bronx, but I really can't take any more of these 6 hour games. For me, the Yankees haven't been the same since the old days when I could listen to Phil Rizzutto get progressively drunker throughout the broadcast. "Izzn't that right, White?"
The reason I only update my genealogy site about every other year? It takes forever. More than 2200 pages, and every little customization I want to make just bogs down GoLive for the longest time, even on my speedy little G4. Plus the debugging, plus the uploading, and the timing out and the crashing . . . .
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