Finally saw The Perfect Storm last night. Gail loved that movie so much when she saw it in the theaters, she bought it as soon as it was available on DVD. It's rare that I buy a movie I haven't seen before, but this was a good one. I really enjoyed the story, and the special effects rocked.

After work I get to go to Maryland: First, to pick up a treadmill from my office spouse Heidi, then to my friend Jon's. Mostly to stop in and say hi, but he's also going to loan me all of his darkroom equipment. I've been wanting to get into photography for awhile, however, I've just never had the resources. Jon's a font of resources though. I have his helmet, along with his Dazzle, and now his darkroom equipment. Maybe he should just move in.

Man, slippery tubs sucks. I was in the shower this morning, and the wife hopped in. As I was maneuvering around so she could get under the shower head, I slipped, both feet going out from under me at the same time.

Naturally, I was against the shower curtain, and not the wall when I did this. Went ass backwards right out of the shower, hit my back against the corner of the counter, and flopped on down to the bathroom floor, where I managed not to yell out all sorts of obscenities.

Now I have a wonderful cut/bruise up my back (about 4 inches long...damn sharp counter top!) and it hurts to rotate my right arm around, as it's sore. Geezus, I tell ya, when it rains, it pours.

Some days I look upon my wife with awe and wonder, simply amazed by her beauty, her compassion, her inner child. And other days, I look upon her, and go "you are such a dork"...

Take last night for instance. She told me about this dream she had. It was one of those dreams you have that incorporate reality into your dream. We were snuggling in bed, and I was rubbing her butt, simply 'cause I know she likes her butt rubbed (yeah, alright, I like rubbing it too. So sue me.) and she dreamt that as I was rubbing her butt, this pink smoke came out of her ass and consolidated into a genie, who then proceeded to give me three wishes.

No more ice cream for her before she goes to bed!

And for those of you wondering, yes, I rubbed her butt a lot trying to get the genie to come out.

I meant to post this yesterday afternoon, when I got back, but for some reason, I never got around to it. The largest group ride I've ever been on prior to today was about 25 bikes. Today, I met with a group of about 30 at the dealership for the Toys for Tots run. From there, we headed down to Classic Iron where, we met up with about 500-750 more bikes for the run to Fredricksburg. Yup, you read that right. Between 500 and 750 motorcycles. It was way cool (And loud!). There were bikes everywhere...mostly Harleys, but there were also BMWs, Ducatis, Hondas, Yamahas, Kawazakis. You name it, it was there.

You know...I hate it when I'm taking a shower, and the shower curtain blows in. It cuts the shower in half, unless you want to shower with vinyl stuck to your backside. So naturally you weigh down the bottom of the shower curtain with shampoo bottles. And you know, if I wasn't married, that would be a problem. When I was on my own, I had one shampoo bottle. Now, there's at least 4 bottles in there: shampoo, conditioner, special face wash, hydroxexfoliatingsomethingortheother...all sorts of cool stuff.