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You're traveling thru another dimension. A dimension not only of sight and sound, but of mind. A journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are those of imagination. There's a signpost up ahead. Your next stop, If You Read Only One Blog This Year.

Sorry. There was a Twilight Zone marathon on Sci-Fi last night and today.

Blogger Fix
Welcome back, small font. I've missed ya :-) Blogger finally has a fix posted for the div clear:both issue, which had left me with a gargantuan font. There is now an "Enable float alignment" option in the formatting settings, which can be set to "no" to clear up the problem. Glad to have everything back to normal.

Guess what?
When someone says this, I think it is much more entertaining to actually guess. I hate when someone just says "what." That's no fun. Be creative. Like if someone says to me, "Guess who I saw today," then I will guess, maybe something like Betty White, or one of the New Kids On The Block. Or if they say, "Guess what I did today," I might say something like "started an ant farm" or "played with a Slinky." I think this makes conversation much more interesting.

Fireworks and freedom
Well I had to work today until 1:00, then I see soldiers on TV in Iraq, and suddenly working a few hours on a holiday doesn't seem so bad. Dad grilled hamburgers and hot dogs, so I went over there after lunch. I had bought a watermelon last night. We also had peach cobbler. Mmmm. A funny moment happened when Dad's cell phone rang. He got it and sat it on the table, reached in his pocket to get his reading glasses, so that he could see who was calling.

Amy called later wanting to go to Point Mallard and see the fireworks. So she came by a little before 8. We stopped by Matt's for a little bit, switching between Nick & Jessica's 4th of July special and the Macy's Fireworks special. Of course, that only reminded me of being in NYC for the fireworks two years ago. Nothing will top that. Anyhow, rather than fighting the Point Mallard traffic, we ended up on the side of the highway watching the fireworks. Kyle met us up there. Unfortunately, our view was partially obstructed by some large trees... and by several passing 18 wheelers. So, we saw about one out of every four fireworks. Fortunately, we were right behind a large pickup truck full of kids singing along to Hank Williams Jr's greatest hits. So that provided entertainment during the times we couldn't see the fireworks. And now, it is very late, and I must go to bed.

You had to be there...
"That's not sleep apnea, that's narcolepsy."
"I thought that was where you steal stuff all the time."
"No, that's kleptomania."

"There were three cute girls at that table behind us."
"I know. That's what I was trying to tell you."
"Really? I didn't hear you."
"I said there were some cute senoritas back there."
"Oh, I heard that. I didn't know what that meant."

"There's a seat for you at the rodeo, and I've got every slow dance saved. Besides, the Mexican food sucks north of here anyway..."