It’s Letterman!

Colour of Mr. T’s business shirt this morning – -
Lilac

Volume of Mr. T’s angry defence of “pale blue” shirt – -
Loud

Item I ran out of this morning – -
Lotion

Song accompanied by my lusty singing in the car on the way to work – -
Lola (L-O-L-A, Lola)

On the dining table – -
Lilies
Large pile of junk mail

What the dogs had for dinner – -
Liver
Lamb shanks

Muscle which developed an uncomfortable twinge after gym visit last night, developing into full-blown spasms – -
Left deltoid. Or trapezoid. I don’t know, but it hurts like all hell.

Thing I am supposed to be doing, but am not doing in order to do this instead – -
Laundry

Time when I will do the dinner dishes – -
Later

Verbal abuse at television this evening – -
“Lachey? Who pronounces that La-Shay? Isn’t that a Scottish name, so therefore Lock-ie, like Lachlan?”
“Look, will you SHUT UP. Jessica Simpson is hot. That’s all we need to know.”
“La-SHAY. Look at me! I’m faux-French! Pass me a SACHET of La-SHAY, s’il vous plait!”

"Make a remark," said the Red Queen: "Its ridiculous to leave all conversation to the pudding!"

 

 

 

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