Zaboomafoo

This is a post about a time when I once wrote a post.

Yesterday, I published a post. I really did. It was about audio books and how much better they are than reading normal books (or Kindles).

*dodges hardback copy of Gone With the Wind being thrown at head by Beth*

It was a good post, but because Blogspot decided to be ever so brilliant and delete the works of artists (me), there is no record that this post ever existed.
But of course it existed because I just told you it did.
And I only write true stories.
And this is one of them.

Another true story is that I went to St. Mary's this weekend.
But before that happened, I got a hair cut!
WITH BANGS.

Yep.

This isn't a video. It's just a picture.

But if it were a video, you would see footage of me asking Mike to commandeer that ship in the background with me, Mike saying no, and then me telling Mike that I would give him $500 if he got in the water, Mike saying he can't swim, and so on and so forth because that's what spending a weekend with me is like.

The question "What is there to do in your town?" doesn't really depend on the town; it depends on the person. I mean, sure, there aren't beaches everywhere, but the movies?
I mean, come on.
Who really goes to movies anymore? One day, I'm going to write a post to list 35 better things to do with $8.50, which is the approximate price of a movie.

Price up, quantity demanded down.
But if there are substitutes available (those would be my 35 things), then the demand is elastic and there may be a left shift in the demand curve.

I would apologize for the frequent outbursts of CPA exam knowledge, but that's just who I am now. And someday I will e-mail you back, and blog more, and sew more, and mail that letter, and take out the trash, but for right now, I just really need to go take a shower.

Spell check,
TWS