All in one minute...

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I don't know if you counted or not, but there's 173 there. They are heartbeats. Not mine, not Michelle's either. They belong to the little baby growing in her belly.

Pants

I went to get a few pairs of pants. I found about 4 or 5 prospective pairs on the racks at the store, and brought them the changing room area. Michelle followed me, and she waited in the open area near the changing room I was in, so she could okay my choices before I bought anything.

I tried the first pair on an thought they fit fine. I opened the changing room door and showed her. She approved. I went in, took of the pants, and threw them over the door to her.

I tried on pair #2. They were okay, but the pockets looked a little weird. I opened the changing room door and showed Michelle. She also felt the pockets looked weird. I went back into the changing room and left those pants on the shelf in there, since I wasn't going to buy them.

I tried on pair #3 and they fit okay and the pockets looked fine. I opened the door, showed Michelle, and got her approval. I went back into the changing room, took them off and tossed them over the door to Michelle, but...

as I did this, a man came into the changing room area and quickly walked passed Michelle, intercepting the pair of pants with his face. Seriously. I heard Michelle say, "Oh, I'm so sorry sir."

The guy seemed good natured about it. Once I was back in my clothes, I opened the changing room door to see Michelle just about rolling on the floor with laughter.

Moral of the story: My pants will ninja kick your ass. Don't mess with Texas.

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That was a moment of silence for Joe. I never really meet him, but Cris is a good guy, and I'm sure his father Joe had something to do with that.

It's very sad. My thoughts and prayers are with Cris and his family during this tough time.

Different, but not the same

I'm back from the dead.

I will tell you now, Hell is a hell of a lot hotter than they say it is. No joke.

I don't plan on going back there again. The experience has changed me. You'll notice it here, I'm sure. I'll still make you laugh if you think something I wrote is funny. I might make you cry too if I kick you in the nuts. Who knows?

It was funny, looking up passed all the flames, to see how most of you kept coming back even though I said I was done. You must have thought I was lying to you?

When I got back, my first thought was, "You are all losers. I will never post again just to prove that your repeated visits are a waste of time."

But then I thought, "You need me, and love me so I will go through the painful steps of posting so your life can have some meaning."

So this is for you all, not me. It's altruistic now. You're welcome.

Hopefully that's good enough.