Last month, as if he were challenging me to a hot-dog eating contest, he said, "I bet you can't cut our expenses in half." And I was all, "Oh yeah? WATCH me."
Now, entirely by my own hand, I have no cleaning lady.
No caller ID.
No surplus of cell phone minutes.
And only five television channels.
I showed him!
The unfortunate thing about Limited Basic Cable is that it doesn't limit the availability of that whiny cartoon Canadian Caillou. I can't stand the sound of that kid's voice. I keep hoping one of the expanded cable networks will adopt him. Larry, on the other hand, says he'll take Caillou over Mr. Rogers any day. But that's just because he's not really listening. Check it out.
Fred! You naughty rascal!