Tribute to Front Porches on Summer Nights

There's something intoxicating about rolling the windows down and turning the piano emo rock up full blast while I'm speeding home in the middle of the night.
There are so many questions left unanswered in the last four hours that are plaguing me now.
Since I want to communicate with you and I have no other way than the hope that you will read this, I'll say a few things:
1) David joined Facebook--must not just be for losers anymore. :)
2) My crappy new laptop will still be your fault, even if we aren't talking. :)
3) Good luck speaking tomorrow--you'll be wonderful, as usual.
4) Remember what you're up for now.
5) Should I e mail you the pictures, or leave well enough alone?
6) I'm sorry for everything, and thank you for everything.
7) I hope you can forgive the passive aggressive nature of this whole post.

Facelift

I am quite adamantly opposed to plastic surgery of most sorts. However, since my blog is my creation, and not God's, I take the liberty of performing some nips and tucks. (plus it's an inanimate virtual object, so it didn't know it was getting old and flabby and now is young and firm again.)
I am enthused by bright colors.