So far, the only person who's really appreciated the gruff Stegosaurus checking up on the young unicorn's family life has been my girlfriend's nephew, Jeremy. We were chillaxing and doing the babysitter thing, and the kid suddenly laughs and points at me. He's four and some-odd years old. I ask him what's up, and he says, "Yo shirt!" and laughs and walks away.



Jeremy's really cute. You have to see him to believe it. I'm not really that ugly. I'm just making a face.

Everyone else gives me raised eyebrows and "Okay..." I don't get it; I seriously thought the shirt was funny. I don't know what about it struck me as funny, but...well, apparently not.

My "Pillow Fight" hoodie, on the other hand, gets a chuckle out of everyone. My personal favorite is the angry one with his mouth open. He's hard core.

There's an almost-local bar called The Roost. They do line dancing, which is a little sick, but they also do really good potato skins. That's what I want right now.

I'm heating up chicken and rice soup instead. Tonight I retire early with Next.