Bobbi grilled up some steak à la Roseholme last night; I remain flabbergasted by the results. I have never had a steak that good in a restaurant, and I've eaten some mighty good restaurant steaks, let me tell you.
I mean to write something for my sadly-neglected other blog this morning. Just as soon as I get back from my bicycle ride, that is. I need to pedal down to whatever Kinko's is calling themselves these days and do some printing and faxing.
Huh. Firefox's spell checker knows "Kinko's".
Anyhow, what with the trip to the almost-a-dentist yesterday, I've been a week and a day without my morning rides, and so it's time and past time to climb back on that horse.
Fun show tomorrow. Need to get a Raven IWB to hold my M&P 9 with the CTC Lightguard on it. I'm pretty well sold on that thing after that midnight match. You can't hit what you can't see, after all.
Also, pictures of great big trees and great big chainsaws right here. Found here.
|Random gratuitous picture of the Columbia River Gorge snapped from a bus window.|