Risky Business

I don't think my admiration for anyone has ever plummeted so rapidly as it has for Tom Cruise. I used to love the guy. I loved him way back when he barely had a speaking role in "The Outsiders." Now I think he's a Froot Loop. And I hate even saying that, because it gives Froot Loops a bad name.



Anyway, what a crazy week I have coming up. Really it's just the beginning of the week. I have a magazine article and a newspaper column due Tuesday. I'm also having Bunco at my house that night. OK, who else does this? You're part of a Bunco group where the point is to just relax and have fun, and to really not go to too much trouble, and then when it's your turn to have it, you freak out and clean the whole house top to bottom and cook food you don't usually cook for even your own family. I do this every year. This year I'm making salsa. How many times have I made salsa for my family? An armless guy could count them on his fingers.

That reminds me of a story. About ten years ago, Chad and I were living in an apartment in Bryan, TX. One day I was doing laundry and trying to open the door to the community laundry room while holding a full laundry basket and a big ol' bottle of detergent. As I was struggling, someone walked by behind me and said, "Can you get that?" I replied, "I guess I need to grow another arm." I turned around to see who I was talking to and it was a guy WHO HAD NO ARMS.

A rather awkward silence followed.