Since 'butterscotch' wasn't metrosexual enough for some people, the colour format of this blog is now 'tangerine nip.'
I've also had feelings of regret about bumping off my wife so I've exhumed her and sent Elsabeth back to Poland. Unfortunately Elisabeth tried return the favour last night when I made the critical error of going jogging with her. I lasted about two thirds of the way but her final push pushed me over the edge and I was left to sheepishly walk home while an old man going for a stroll nearly overtook me.
Metrosexual my ass.
We're cleaning the place today; engaging in that hearty protestant work ethic of punishing yourself because you slept in 'till 10AM because you watched four hours of Sopranos last night.
S.