Added this old picture to my profile, though it doesn't show in the sidebar because we have multiple contributors. Hope Alois will have something soon. That jersey really makes me look thin.
Our home phone line is fixed. We were actually on another number completely, for maybe a couple weeks. I'm not sure where our incoming calls were going. I'm sure all good phone calls go to heaven.
Beautiful weather for riding, though I haven't put in a lot of miles. I went out intending miles today but my heart wasn't in it. Been down with that most dreaded of days coming. Even thought of going to a movie alone, something I've never done.
Busted a cleat off one of my riding shoes. A small inconvenience, if that, especially compared to the fates treatment of the Shed Master. His van stolen with his custom built beauty in the back. I'll answer your question again Shed Master; 'No, I am not psychic.' I wish I were. Perhaps I could tune in on the culprit and some biker justice could be imposed. Keenly perceptive while woefully unaware at the same time, but not psychic.
Starving to death for attention I've opened the comments to anonymousouses. Or how ever you would call them. Also on twitter now. Not many tweets, just following Conservatives and poker greats. Ivey is doing better than Hellmuth at the WSOP.
GO PHILS!
Next WORS race is close.
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That dreaded day would be my birthday.
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