One of my Portable Brains apparently suffered a ruptured aneurysm this morning. This evening I tried to breathe some life back into it with the help of Back-Up Brain. The result? This:
If I forget your birthday, I apologize. If my garden dies, you'll know why. If I starve to death -- ah, we know there's no danger of that happening, at least. My brains may be broken, but my appetite lives on.
Which reminds me, I am recanting my statement about wearing a muumuu the next time I'm in a wedding party, so if anyone knows where someone with an SUV in the pants can find a flattering, black, breathable, non-wrinkling knee-length dress suitable for a summer wedding, let me know.