Random Ketchup er.. I mean catching up.

Because I hate ketchup. Even on a late night snack of fries, scrambled eggs, canadian bacon and hot sauce. All served up on the classically classy paper plate.

I also happen to have eaten my very last can of chili as well. The HORROR! It is a good thing I am driving the 742 miles on Monday to where I can get some more. Maybe I will bring back three cases this time as I don't have to deal with putting it in airplane luggage.

There is a Dimitri Martin joke in here somewhere......

I have brownish hair now. Fun. I did it myself, kitchen beautician style. It will wash out in 28 washes for all you weirdos who seem to think red hair is good. (I don't see you with it)

And to close, a cell picture of the sunset from my back deck.