Bad Apologies

There were many options for today's quote-as-blog-title contest, ala Maryment and Ms. Post No Bills. This quote won out, becuase I couldn't recall the exact wording of Finnean's sexually suggestive declarative at dinner in Bethesda last night (attended by FIVE of the bloggers in the column on the right-->).

Runners-up:
-"I'm not opposed to institutional catering."
-"If you lose the big game, that little boy is gonna die faster than Steve Irwine in a tank full of stingrays."
-Whatever Finnean said.

For the record, I don't like the quote-as-a-blog-title, if only because I always want to know where it came from, and Maryment and Ms. PNB rarely deliver. But they aren't on my "list," ala Red. [You know, blogging from home sucks without the easy of hyperlink button on my browser.]

And apologies to Red, who's bad list I am on, for several reasons. But specifically, apologies for lovable me, but here's one for old times sake: Red, I'm sorry we don't have real jobs. Oh, I mean I'm sorry I implied your job was going to be fake, because really you'll have your own office and income and direct a project, which is arguable more than I do now.