Bye IE 6 — may we never meet again
Remember the boyfriend or girlfriend that you had who became more of burden to spend time with than a pleasure? Maybe it happened subtly, maybe you realized it in a fit of clarity staring out at the stars or into a bowl of cereal, but finally you knew without question that it was time to get out, to escape, to flee quickly and not to look back. Remember the feeling? Ahhhh . . . relief, as I recall, like a dozen bags of concrete suddenly fell off your shoulders and you were free. read more »
