People Are Much More Interesting Than Headlines

I've stopped reading the news. I'd rather read other folks' blogs.

I'd like to blame tonight's sorry-ass post on two things: my sister not being home when I wanted to ask her for permission to post a picture of her dog (she's sensitive; trust me) and having spent the last hour being engrossed by this guy's site:

http://dirtyfloorsandfilthyjokes.blogspot.com/

A short no-microwave update: I melted butter THREE seperate times on the stove for this evening's Thanksgiving extravaganza. The first time I said, "sheesh." The second time I growled a bit. The third time I looked inward and realized that I could have melted all of it at once and then divided it up. Danger! Genius at work here people!

Everbody cross their fingers and parts and stuff that Spartacus doesn't kill himself fixing the white box of convenience tomorrrow.

Nasty cold sore update: there is finally no sign of "It." (Yep, it got named. By my coworkers. My brand new comrades. Does this mean I'm a part of the gang? I'm telling myself yes.)

Moral of the story: if you ever get a weird tingling ANYWHERE on your face, RUN - don't walk - to get your cold sore Rx filled. Cold sores on the nose ... WTF?!?!

Final thought: my girlfriend and I were driving to lunch the other day. "Hey!" she cried, reaching for my head, "you have a grey hair!"

I told her to leave it. I've earned it, damn it.

There's about an inch of ice right now over a couple of inches of snow, so I thought I'd post a nice picture. Sparkycus took this at the Grand Canyon summer before last.

Happy Monday!