Good thing the government isn't trying to scare people in any way, huh? Go buy duct tape, plastic for your windows and a bucket of chicken wings for your belly! Now!

Oh, by the way, you'll be safer if you let us bomb Iraq!

No energy... for... a segue...

How tired were Lindsay and I last night? We sat through an entire showing of The New Guy. Neither of us could change the channel. Why?

Well, I'll tell you why. Right now. We're getting new carpet installed in our house this weekend.

Neat, you might think to yourself. Well, yeah, neat, except that we have to mask, prime and paint 2 levels worth of woodwork, move hundreds of pounds of shit to another place, rip up the carpet and prepare the floors and then move the aforementioned hundreds of pounds of shit back into place.. My kind of fun! Wait -- no, it's not my kind of fun at all. My kind of fun would involve Nibby Bars in some way. And sex. And drugs. And Rock and Roll. And a special appearance by former president Jimmy Carter!

My kind of fun. *sigh*

So, to prevent us from having to do all the crappy, hard, tedious, boring, dull and craptastic work on Thursday night (we're procrastinators!), Lindsay made an itinerary. Starting last Saturday, we've been putting in about 3-6 hours of work on the house each day -- until last night. We. Just. Couldn't. Move. Any. More.

Hence the New Guy fiasco.

Oh, well. It will all be worth it when we have new carpet! Bling Bling!

Thanks for stopping by!
Eric