I’m convinced the 7th layer of hell is not fire and brimstone. It’s a sea of disenchanted overly stimulated bargain shoppers. Aimlessly meandering around looking for a deal, blocking aisles, walkways and oxygen. Satan’s soldiers are the enemy of efficiency. But it’s my suicidal nature that took me there on a Sunday…during the “it only happens twice a year sale.” I have no one to blame but myself.

Only 7 days until the iPhone comes out! Raise your hammers! And bring them down on that porcelain piggie bank with a force not seen on this planet since the death of the dinosaurs!

 This is what I looked like last night if you didn’t read my earlier post.

And all from just a 4 mile bike ride. At this pace I’ll actually be able to ride to work by the end of the winter.

One of the many, many reasons why we love Micah.

An adventurous lunch at Mr. D’s. Turns out, all the drinks with ice had ANTS IN THEM! Whoa noes! The very nice greek lady was very apologetic and I won’t hold it against her, but boy was it weird.

Here’s a picture of Fawn and one of the creatures from her drink.

What was once an ordinary man, has been transformed into something extraordinary. While walking down the city streets a Ross delivery truck crashed into a military tanker secretly transferring nuclear waste through the metropolis. The explosion hurled panties and nuclear waste through the air and on to the unsuspecting individual.

Normally super heroes have a sense of justice, a goal to bring evil doers to their knees. Panty man is different. Instilled with uncanny tom-foolery and guile, he’ll often pose dramatically for pictures and demand attention!

Say his name three times and people around you will think you’re crazy.

Luke was kind enough to help me purchase a bike from our buddies at Raleigh so I can ride to work. I rode the thing home and by the time i crawled through my front door I thought me legs were going to melt off. That’s what I get for not riding a bike for 4 years and then deciding to commute with one. OUCH!