Monday
It was a relaxing day off. I slept in. Went to Borders to get a little drawrin’ done. And headed to Jess’ parents’ for a little while. Even got to roughhouse with her nephews (7,6, and 4 years old).

On the way home, we saw four missionaries walking through our complex. How do I know that they were missionaries? Trust me: after living here, you pick up on a few things. Of course, the black pants, white shirts, black ties and name tags didn’t hurt. This is the first thing that came to mind:

Coming soon…. to a neighborhood near you…

Young Men in Black (and White).
Coming to make your homes safe from sin.
Spreading the Gospel and kicking some unholy… butt.

They are… Elder Force: Men on Bikes.

It reminded me of this, which I wrote a couple of years ago. Silly? Maybe. Irreverent? Hmm. Hopefully not too much. Fun to write… rewrite… re-rewrite? You betcha!

Anywho, now that I’ve had time to watch the Sisko and the Janeway/Barbie Borg Shows, along with a bowl of tasty iced creams, I think I’ll get a few things ready for work tomorning.

And, finally…
For and : More Northern Snakehead goodness!

Peace.