This is the sort of day that makes filing a daily blog post a big difficult.

The events: Got up. Got dressed. Went to work. Worked a lot. Had no time to think. Came home.

No strong drinks. No good food. No loose women.

See?

Not much interesting there.

Though The Ford vaguely remembers reading something interesting on the wire, hours and hours ago. Oh well.

Back to imagining what The Ford's life would be like if HE, and not Joe Mauer, was dating Miss USA.

He'd probably be doing something more than watching clips from "The Sweetest Thing."

Aw, hell, really, he'd probably be doing the same thing, but also coming up with sweet slogans like these.

Which would just be sad, really.