Not for (Garage) Sale

Well, they did it.  The Broncos beat the Patriots.  Congratulations, guys.  I guess the Broncos coat I had in 1989 doesn't seem to stupid now, does it?!

I'm sorry to dismantle your idea of me as the perfect human, but I have a terrible rash on my foot.  It looks like poison ivy on ecstasy.  It's somethin'.  I also have zero idea how I got it.  There I was, watchin' π on the TV when my in-between-toes started to itch.  Scratch-scratch-scratch later, and I see that they're bubblin' up.  "Yuck" I remember saying.  Shower, dry, voila.  But the next day, it was twice as bad.  Then today, it was fugly.  It feels weird now, but I'm hoping my tried-and-true technique of turning a blind eye to every medical malady that has come my way since strutting out from under the umbrella of insurance will do the trick.  Wish me luck, heathens.

Tonight I'll watch Jimmy play some guitars and the come home (because that's where I live).  But before I go, you should watch this.  Her name is Nana and she's delightfully hilarious in the oddest way.  She's also quite the fun dance partner.  She also shares a name with my grandmother (Nana, not Virginia).

Get well (if applicable),
-LS^2

Lucas, age 7

Toe Jam & the Piggies

Nana & the Happy Cats

Happy Holiday, America!
feat: Jingle Cats