Five Sure-Fire Ways to Get Your Ass Kicked in a Biker Bar.

5.) Toss the keys to your Prius at the bouncer and admonish, "Now you be careful with Daddy's toy!"

4.) Instruct the bartender to, "Be a good fellow and fetch me the wine list...and while you're at would you mind switching the channel to the Bravo Network?"

3.) Slowly stir your drink, tear at your cocktail napkin, and between sobs pout, "What's a brother gotta do to get a hug around here?"

2.) Proudly show off your t-shirt emblazoned with the slogan, "Free Mustache Rides".

1.) Laugh at your beer-drinking buddy, toss your head back and loudly proclaim: "I'm reminded of what Oscar Wilde once said..."

I invite your suggestions...

Don't Forget: It's Nurse's Week!

Just found out that this week is Nurse's Week. I think that in honor of this occasion we should ask our spouse to dress up, and...

Um...on second thought, maybe that's not such a good idea. Amie's giving me that look that says, "Time for you to get off the computer, honey."

More later. I hope.

Well, Waddaya Know?

It would appear that the fine folks at eBlogger have been reading my site. No sooner do I post that - for some inexplicable reason - my profile counter stuck on 16,756 than they fix it. Well, sort of fixed it.

Now, instead of a specific number, it provides me with an "approximate" number. They've rounded up to 17,000. Guess the traffic is too much to count.

Guess now I know how Ronald feels.