'm well on my way to becoming a pirate. Due to an eye infection that took hold a few weeks ago, I can't get a new prescription for contacts or glasses, and instead have to wear my 483 year old Ben-Franklin era yellowed-lens spectacles. I'm so used to waking up and putting in my contacts that I don't feel like the day starts until my glasses leave my noggin. Now I'm squinty and glassy all day. Yarrr. Further adventures - the guy in the office next to me dropped a cough drop at some point in the murky past, and various creatures started to lurch out of the woodwork, literally, to find the dust-covered corpse of sore throat relief. In response, my co-worker launched some chemical attacks, which "solved" the problem. By solved, I mean caused the ants to go looking for fresh air and stale crumbs someplace else, namely my Lucite & white wireless Apple keyboard. I don't eat over my keyboard often, but let's face it - if there weren't any crumbs in it, there wouldn't be any ants. It's not like they hang out under blocks of crushing plastic for the fun of it. And for the 3 to 8 minutes a day I do type, it's certain death to be playing hide and seek inside my keyboard.

One benefit though, the clear plastic sides of the keyboard give me a great view.
Uncle Milton really missed an opportunity here.

I'm a big fan of the ant work ethic. You can't spell Protestant without "ant," you know. I wasn't killing the little guys initially - just brushing them onto the floor (possibly running them over with my office chair) and getting back to work. Then I scratched an itch in my ear, and found an ant corpse at the end of my pinky finger. IN MY EAR. From then on I adopted a scorched earth, no-ant-left-behind policy. An ant with no legs is a snowman, and old man winter came early this year... (did I just make you quake with fear? I'm quaking. I also appreciate aspects of the Quaker work ethic, which doesn't get nearly the admiration it deserves. Those guys produce mad quantities of oatmeal).

There are a few "new" photo sets uploaded from our spring break trip in March of '06. Check out Las Vegas and Reno. There are only two more sets left! Just think, you'll finally know whether we made it home or not!