Wish I Had a Magic Wand
Then I could wave it and bring about world peace and cool my house off by a frooglepoopillion degrees. No, we don't have AC--we live in Vermont, for Pete's sake! Well, I've got the ceiling and window fans going, and think I'll retire to read a little Harry Potter. My wife's annoyed that I got to the book first, and I'm savoring every minute of it. Add that to my X-Files DVD faux pas, and my marriage might not last until the next installment. Maybe reading Harry Potter and the Errant Golf Cart
will placate her until I finish...
[Update, 6/26: I've noticed a bunch of hits on the blog searching for the word frooglepoopillion. It's a word invented in a Dilbert cartoon from earlier this week. Think: very big number. Unclear if it's larger or smaller than a googleplex--my guess is larger, maybe 10^100^100. Hope this helps!]