Stuck in Zero Beach again
Nada da nada as Hemingway were wont ta say. Vero Beach equals Zero Beach. Nuff o dat, but tis true.
So I watched the 6.45 minute youtube video of that lamebrain estranged wife of some broadway playwright (or was SHE the playwright?) I am not sure what made her hire a crew to videotape her tirade against her husband, but it was quite funny, if only because she made not only her husband a laughing stock of the world, but herself as well. Too bad. By her insane Youtube video, she just guaranteed she will never get that "$500,000/year" alimony payment. tsk tsk! What IS the world coming to, when a 'trophy wife' can't get the trophy??
As of Friday, pm, there are SIX companies in a bidding war for my intellectual, experientially acquired skills and God-given talents. Of course! I am a brainy woman, after all, and a great manager ta boot. While it has been fun walking on Zero Beach's beach, tis now time, once more, for more intellectual (and money-making) pursuits (even though I am starting to get a tan again and my calf muscles are starting to 'rip' nicely).
(What??!? No political discourse on this site?? Yup. Kerreck. You are most likely looking for 'instapundit', that 'red diaper doper baby liberal 'professor''s site.) There are no longer any good candidates running for Pres so I have removed any thoughts of politicizing from my frontal lobe (or backal lobe, never can remember which).

