You can keep puking long after you think you're finished.

Arizona doesn't have a helmet law, and it amazes me how many riders lack the common sense to wear one. They'd wear a cup to go paint balling but don't hesitate to ride around town (more dangerous than the freeway) without head protection.
That said, imagine the confusion this guy would generate from the drivers behind him:

Now think about how much pain he went through to get that tattoo.

While in college I worked a couple of years at a men's clothing store. When business was slow we'd have rubber band fights that got pretty serious. Oh, do I wish I'd had this!
Rubber band gatling gun

I picked up our completed taxes this afternoon. I let the sealed 9x12 envelope sit on the counter for almost three hours before I screwed up the courage to open it.
I know what happened. When the CPA did our taxes last year he looked at my income from Capital Property Maintenance in '06 and thought, "This guy's not going to owe any taxes the rest of his life." What he didn't process was that I'd only been at it for the last 4 months of '06, since moving here from Michigan, and those were the first months of my business. Therefore, he didn't set me up with quarterly payments. OK, I didn't exactly make Entrepreneur of the Year for '07 but I made enough so that I now have the government's teeth marks on my backside.
The good news is we don't need to pay this tax bill until April 15. The bad news is that April 15 is also the date for the first quarterly payment for '08.
I'm liking Huckabee's national sales tax better all the time. Completely does away with the IRS. Now imagine the tax lawyers who would be out of work. That alone should make the plan a no-brainer. And while my CPA is a nice guy, his unemployment is a small price to pay.

The vinyl went down without a hitch. I'll go back next Wednesday to install baseboards. Monday I'm swapping out 25 halogen landscaping lights at a condo complex for CFL fixtures. They'll save enough in a couple of years to recoup the cost of the changeover.

Pam called earlier. She made it back to GR without any problems despite having to go through Cleveland. Her mom gets released from rehab tomorrow afternoon so by tomorrow evening Pam plays caregiver. But hey, she's had 37 years of preparation.
I just realized that using "rehab" may make it sound like my mother-in-law has spent the last week hanging out with Hollywood celebs instead of recovering from back surgery.

OK, it's time to pop that pizza in the microwave. It's not delivery, it's DiGornio.

Washington: Help! We're overrun by nerds and slackers!