...or I think it's just called gay-dar.

If you haven't yet, read Ashley's blog...you won't be sorry, ever. Never ever ever ever ever ever ever never ever ever.

If there's one word I can hear amplified and ringing through the chilly night air it's..."puppies"!

Melia: I hate me sometimes; I am such an ass. Seriously....
Ashley: Well, I love me.
Melia: I have decided that we are total b-words.
Ashley: And you're just now figuring that out? I made a commitment to b-wordism long ago, and I'm not a quitter.

I highly encourage you to visit Cold Stone Creamery. They have good eats and sing-alongs that will blow your mind. No...not really. You could not pay me enough to dance around and sing some lame-ass banana song. I mean, come on. FYI Cold Stone workers...you look like fools. Do you people have no integrity? Get a job at North Funeral Home or something...you won't suffer from carpal tunnel and you don't have to dance around acting like you are excited about bananas. And don't even act like you're excited to do it...you're not. Seriously...North Funeral Home.

Dear Cliff,
Thank you for your numerous e-mails. I had almost forgotten what it was like to be stalked. I typically only receive e-mails from MSNBC and other spam, but Cliff, you have somehow broken the spam record, beating out every porn site on the Internet that has managed to track me down. Kudos. Job well done. Ever.
Love,
Mc-something-or-other

Have I mentioned my love for T.C. Luigi's pizza? If not, I love it. A Sicilian pizza fed four of us tonight...you can't beat that!

Eric and Nanneman, I heart you to the max for hanging my punching bag up so I can punch. Ashley, you can punch too. Just don't punch me, ever.

And....what's the first rule of fight club? If you know the answer to that question then you know why I can not include any of the sordid details for you to read.

Photographs to come...indubitably. Indeed. Ever.

Here's looking at you-tah. The only state out of 50 where brain twins are recognized by the court system... and the Mormons.