Guess I better get around to doing our taxes soon.
I couldn’t tell you when the last eye exam I had was, except to say it had to be at least six years ago. I had one this morning, and am delighted to report that nothing is wrong.
Zombielandwas pretty funny, but don’t watch it with your chirruns or your edgy mother-in-law.
I’m not doing well with a room full of smokers yet. My quit is almost four months old, and I’m 100% compliant, but I’m bothered for a day or so after I’ve marinated in it. My latest was seeing my friend Michael’s band Blood River.
I can think of very few products that have never let me down. WD-40 is one.
We’ve no plans to move from northern Alabama, but that hasn’t stopped me from romanticizing the central Northwest—places like Boise and Billings. There’s more winter there than I generally care for, but I think the open spaces and lower populations just might be adequate compensation. (I’ve never been, so I could be nuts, but net research looks favorable.)
I don’t much care about the pollen except when it’s all over the gauges in the car. That drives me crazy.
We’re having the BamaDans over Saturday and looking forward to it.