If You Hear A Whistling Noise That Would Be Your Soul Escaping Through Your Nose

There are some days when I wish I was British. Then I could say cool words like wanker, bollocks, take-away (instead of take out), fag (instead of cigarette), and pissed (instead of drunk). Plus I'd like to be able to say, "Are you taking the piss?" when I suspect someone of joking/pulling my leg.

I have, however, mastered saying, "The dingo ate my baby!" in a fairly realistic Aussie accent. Ask Collin, he loves it.

You know how some people have restless leg syndrome, well I have restless toe syndrome, and I seriously cannot control it sometimes. My big toes start, how can I describe it... They start tapping/twitching when I am either a. Bored or b. can't sleep or c. all of the above plus stressed. It's crazy. You know how musicians tap their feet with the beat? Well my big toes do that, at completely random times, and I sometimes don't even notice it.

Renee and I love to people watch (I think that's part of the reason we love Maury). We can't help it when we are watching cars or people go by but comment on them. What's even better is watching the goings on in the parking lot at our office. We have tons of stories made up about people, especially the ones we see on a regular basis. Our parking lot sits between our office and a chiropractor/acupuncture office, we rent out five spaces to the chiropractor's office. He put signs to mark his five spaces, do you think his patients park in them? Of course not... They instead take up ours! Anyways, I am getting side tracked.

There is this one couple we have made a story up about (we have crazy imaginations) that consists of an older (I'd say early to mid fifties) woman and a younger man (maybe mid to late twenties). He's Hispanic, she is Caucasian. One day, when we first saw this couple, they rolled up in her car, they got out, and kissed their goodbyes (and trust me this was not the kind of kiss you'd give a son or something), and she proceeded into the chiropractor's office and the dude went to the bus stop. The next time we saw them they went into the office together.

Now you know the background, so here's our story. We think that she is two timing her poor unsuspecting husband. We figure the young guy is like the landscaper or maybe a maintenance man. Her husband probably works for the state and logs in hellacious overtime, and naturally is just too tired to meet her needs so she went looking for some loving from this young virile male. They probably spend hours each day together, and she probably tells her husband she's "vacationing alone" (since he probably can't get away from work) so that she can go on week-long cruises with her boy toy. That's just our story for them. More than likely it ain't true... But it'd be cool if it was...

I am going to read my book now, maybe go for a ride in a while... Not sure yet.

K, I am glad I thought about it, give Em loves for me, need more pics, going through uber withdrawals!!!