Happy 4th of July to all who celebrate - and happy regular day to all the rest.
I should be straightening up the house right now, but I'm not. Sometimes I don't understand myself. Jump out of a perfectly good airplane with a smile on my face? Sure! Wrestle a dangerous criminal to the ground and arrest him? Bring it! Stand outside jumping up and down with glee during an intense lightning and thunder storm with metal all around me? Fun! Chase a dine-and-dasher out of a restaurant parking lot and tackle him in my apron? Awesome! Have family and some people I don't know well over for a bbq on Independence Day? Take an extra anxiety pill and hide in my office blogging.
I'm a whack job. Pure and simple. I make no sense. Death? No problem! Family and friends? HELP. Hehe.
I'm sure you'll hear from me periodically throughout the day. I'll be the one in the corner taking pictures and playing with the Crackberry. Social. Yeah.
I do like blowing stuff up, though - and my neighborhood is always WWIII.