Well, I thought I had it. I messed around with the template code for ages, and had this thing looking perfect on the preview screen. I'll spare you the details (who am I kidding? There is no 'you,' there is only me, sparing myself the details), but the bottom line is, when I republished with my fabulous changes ... it didn't work. Oh, well. At least I'm not afraid of the code anymore.

I went to Walmart today. It is best to avoid Walmart. Too many women with tatooed, jiggling flesh exposed, and way too many kids who seriously need their noses wiped and someone to wash their clothes. My dad calls them the Urchin Children. Political correctness isn't really his thing.

People who hear about my Peace Corps experience always think living in a rural, impoverished African village must have been depressing. Not nearly as depressing as Wal-mart, I can assure you.