First of all, we found the wayward shoes. Right after my wife went out and bought new ones (gotta put something on their feet to go to school, damn laws and such).

And sorry, Mir, you’re right (stereotypes about black men not withstanding), they aren’t size five, they are size four.

And finally, it’s National De-Lurking Week. Do yo know what lurking is? Sure you do. It’s when you don’t leave a comment. So ‘De-Lurking’ (kinda like ‘de-cloaking to you Star Trek fans) is actually leaving a comment, or dropping an e-mail if you don’t wish to let anyone else know you actually read my drivel.

So please, won’t you leave a comment? I promise not to bite. Unless, of course, you’re into that sort of thing…