I'm not even married and this made me laugh...

"It’s not that men don’t want to get married — we just aren’t prepared for it. Girls think about it their entire lives. When I was a little boy, I never got together with my friends and said, “Let’s play married. Let’s pretend I just came home from the store and bought all the wrong stuff, and you yell at me.”

-Tom Papa

Day 20

I have not bought any clothes, shoes, bags or make up.

I'm going a little nuts, but at least I finally wore and took those tags off that shirt I bought in NOVEMBER.

I have a problem.

My week so far...

On Monday night Charlie and I witnessed one of those rare moments in sports. A moment when everyone gets together and just knows they are seeing something special. That's right folks, it was Benny the Bull's birthday, and we were there. 20 years from now when someone asks me where I was during during this blessed event I can proudly say..."I was there man".

I have also discovered my new favorite snack. Here it is in all its glory. Although my personal favorite is the one where they let you pour strawberry jam into the yogurt. High five to all the fine people at Fage. You made a believer out of me.

MADNESS!!!!!!!!!!!

Morehead State University.

My friend Karen amazed us all yesterday when she went for the long shot and actually picked Morehead State University over Louisville. My guess is that she just went "eeny meeny miney mo" when she picked them but never the less she blew us all out of the water by coming in first in our bracket pool yesterday.

I love how I turn into the biggest basketball fan this time of year. I don't even watch basketball if its not during the NCAA tournament. Okay, yes, maybe a Bulls game here or there but that's only because Derrick Rose is too big, too fast, too strong, too good.

Becky is leading the pool as of right now. Me? I am in 2nd. Its on Becky...

I need a vacation.

Things I would buy if I wasn't on a shopping sabbatical and oh yeah... poor.

Karma.

At work on Thursday evening, I discovered a mouse in the stock room. He ran out from under the garbage to underneath a table.

On Saturday morning I found that same mouse dead. He had been poisoned.

I blame myself.

Mighty mouse not so mighty when poisoned. Boo.