After spending a nearly stressfree week (well, except for a couple of hairy seconds while my son and I played Ratchet & Clank), it’s time to get back to the Letter of the Day. This time it’s all about me… er, I… that is, the letter I… or is it “I”?
Whatever, here it is.
I is for insult and injury. Ufta.
I is for I…well, not me, but the infamous “I”.
I is for icky immortalization.
I is for immaculate conception… on stage.
I is for incredibily inane idiocy. (What a pity there aren’t any cuss words that start with “i”.)
It’s over. Itching to imitate? It’s impossible to do it improperly. I invite you to invent your own list of items and include a link here to insure your inclusion tomorrow.