On this lovely* Monday morning, with the sun finally shining and the birds happily singing and the pasty flesh sexily hanging over the waistbands of pants worn by people who have spent the past few rainy weekends enhancing their guts with “comfort food”, I have but one simple request. One measly, tiny, puny, barely there request. So miniscule that if it were something to be scrutinized visually, it would need a microscope to be viewed at all.
My request is this: Can everyone just please stop using Jayson Blair’s name as a verb?
Thank you.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get out into the sunshine and warmth before my head starts Linda Blairing!
* Actually, I thought it was lovely when it rained. Yes, I loved every single sopping day of rain.