We men are disgustingly fickle. It’s hard to believe it has only been two years since I raved about the sleek, petite, figure of my latest infatuation. And now my attention has been stolen by one slightly less petite, but with unbelievable elegance and far more intelligence. I suppose even the most shallow man can only be captivated by empty beauty for so long before boredom sets in. Yes, it’s true. I have abandoned my once-beloved Razr for a hot new iPhone.
Maybe it’s Olympic fever in the air. Last weekend, Norm decided to display world-class athletic prowess. I’m not sure whether he was trying out for diving or eventing, but it was an impressive feat, even if I’m not sure it was completely intentional.