Due to some issues with the otherwise lovely weblogging service that she and I both use, Beth-Annie is unable to post this certain Big Brother-related soliloquy that will reveal the winner of Big Brother tonight (she hopes). But she has posted it elsewhere, and so here is a place where you can read it. Please do, especially if you are my mother.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
