I shouldn't bring up what I can't put down.

That's Rhett Miller folks...great lyrics and stage presence.
Just waiting for J-bob to get home and then he and I are off to paint Indy red and see the Old 97's.

Jillo and I were in a comedy of errors this morning attempting to get a box for Mr. Urbane. She's SO nice to help me in all my quests! I'm requesting sainthood. Between she and J-bob I retain my humor and humanity.

Lots of crazy dreams while I've been here...last night's was about avoiding a tornado. EEK!

Managed to squeeze in a guilty pleasure for brunch. Waffle House, except here it is called Waffle and Steak because there was already a Waffle House before the good old yellow and black. ;-)