The trim on our house is now looking extremely white and bright. It's amazing to see the difference between white and white. *grins* It's like black. Black is never really black. There are a million different shades. I'm sure this discussion could go on forever, but I'll leave it where it is. :)

I didn't realize this, but Clay Aiken is wearing a WWJD bracelet on the Rolling Stone cover picture from a couple of months ago. That was a first and will probably never be repeated. He seems like a genuinely nice guy. Too bad he's stuck with those cheesy songs. Alas, that is the price one pays when one signs over one's life to a record label. He's been very adamant about not singing songs with questionable material. He said something one time about not recording anything that he wouldn't want his own children to hear.
You go, Clay!!
Apparently, a lot of stores are already out of stock of his cd and the thing just came out yesterday. Barnes and Noble is out and I think it's on back order at Amazon. My advice? WALMART!!! *grins*

It's almost 10:30 and it's only 50 degrees! This is supposed to be California!
I remember a couple of years ago when we had a bbq for Christmas dinner.
Becca was quite shocked at that. They don't seem to do that in Connecticut. Hehe!! But she got me back when I was squealing over the snow when I was there in January, so we're even.

Today is my sister's 25th birthday. I suppose I should get her a gift. I hear that's the usual practice on these types of occassions. Please don't tell anyone, but I'm thinking about buying her the new Michael W. Smith cd. (aka, He Who Does Not Sing, But Simply Talks Or Whines On Pitch)

It is the most aggrevating thing when one can't remember song lyrics.
Sooooo frustrating.
Can't they make some kind of chip for that?

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in posession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.
Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen