Age check

Shoes make the man

It was raining meows and woofs last week so I had to tromp around in stiff, unwieldy foot apparel. Getting up after falling down was a near impossible feat in these unkind, yet jocular boots.


But when the sun came out, I was ready to don my hecka-cool Vans, courtesy of Uncle Ernie and Paul. Sure they hurt like a muthah to get on, but the fashion euphoria is worth the pain, especially when paired this a piece of sleek German engineering like this. Watch out ladies.

Big dose of happy

It's been rainy and gloomy all day. Here is a potential antidote.





It may have some of you recalling youthful days of elementary school, when bell bottoms and corduroy were staples, rather than trendy.

Almost as exciting as X-mas

Today mamma transacted in the used baby-accoutrement market and procured me some fancy wheels. I never thought of myself as a Yuppy, but I am open to change. However, I have yet to feel the wind in my hair (I need another haircut before I start to resemble Cousin Itt, and I am hoping for something as stylish as this classic cut) because my wheels are at dad's office and he's working in late. But working late is OK with me because it's his last Thursday doing the daily craptastic 1+ hour commute south. In a week or so he'll be starting his new job here. Go dad! The tax people loved you, but the world of commercial real estate beckons. As you can see, I've just discovered how to 'link'. Woo hoo.