SOMETIMES I GET TWO VERSIONS OF A DOODLE from Andre Jordan, and he wants me to choose. And usually I can’t. Instead, let’s pretend this is a two-part conversation between the bulbs, shall we? Part 1: Told that he’d “better hurry up,” (above) the late-arriving bulb offers his more timely colleague this further explanation for his tardiness:
As for who ordered more bulbs Saturday night, I swear the “she” wasn’t me. Andre Jordan is exactly right that there is nothing on television, but I am exerting some self-control for a change over here. Really.