I want so very badly to be a pessimist, or at the very least a realist. They're so much cooler than sissy optimists with their sunshine-and-roses outlook when everyone knows that the world is going to hell in a handbasket (whatever that means).
And yet, every single time I roll up the rim I am completely prepared for there to be a RAV4 under there. Every time.
Roll up the rim to lose is more like it...
Posted by Ken Allen at April 6, 2006 12:25 PM