Here I am at work on Sunday, trying to finish up my annual review. Talk about Creative Writing!

When D picked me up for breakfast at the Vernon Manor this morning, the radio was reporting Saddam's capture. Wow. At the restaurant, too, before they switched to NFL Football, the talking heads were in full launch: The photo they used of Saddam looked more like a retired businessman, harried from delayed flights and lost luggage. "Oh look, they've caught whatshisname," said W, one of the folks in our breakfast group. I couldn't catch any of the details.

At Cost Cutters this afternoon, I asked my hair therapist if she'd heard the news, "Oh yes." She said, snip snip, "They said something about it this morning." Just then the news came on, but a coworker turned on the vacuum machine before I could hear anything. "SSSssh!" my stylist called over, but the woman couldn't hear over the noise. When she turned the vacuum off, the radio had already returned to Billy Idol's "Eyes Without A Face" on the Best Hits of the 80s, 90s and Today.

I'm going to reward myself for completing my review by doing a little "artwork" for an improved blog website that features graphics. hee hee....

I spend so much time believing all the lies...