With no snow in this part of the world, one’s mind has to resort… either inwardly or outwardly… to other things. Like West Wing.
I love West Wing. And here I am, after a couple of ‘card-o-nays’, having a giggle over one of the characters saying, “I’m sorry about this mess, one of my assistants just had her thesis published.”
Replace ‘thesis’ with ‘faeces’ (yes, the audio was rather questionable), and there’s my mirth for the day.