Wednesday, February 19, 2003
I know you weren't exactly holding your breath to hear this, but the Little Outhouse on the Prairie finally has a home. I can get into my garage, the guys working on my house can pee, and everybody's happy.
And it's not in the front yard. I don't have to worry about privy tipping.
Not much else to say, really - except that Lileks has a wonderful phrase today: "We're the axis of Elvis."