The Pleasure of Gilmore Girls
Warning. This will not be a " technical ah-ha...I figured it out" ramble of my brain vs. the evilness that haunt every web master, etc. This is me, Lola.
I cannot figure out page color schemes or create websites, or heck, even understand what John was rambling about on Monday's blog. But I did read it. And nodded. And yes, I twirled my hair and smiled. And as I sit here and glance over at my girlie handband I notice that a gemstones has fallen out and now will have to stop to find the glue (humm.. and now I remember that I tossed it because it looked too similar to my Visine eye wash and I was afraid that I would confuse the two. Yes, I'm serious and it's very possible that it would've happened). After 10 minutes I give up thinking it will receate itself and instead munch on some lemon heads that I found in a drawer curtesy of Bob.
So back to Girlmore Girls. How will I survive on Tuesday nights? Wit



