Hitting to all fields...

• I am here just about all week.


• I've quickly found that standing at the booth for 7 hours right after spending Friday-Saturday-Sunday shlepping around Disney until late at night is probably not the best gameplan I could have had.


• The Contour (old n'busted) hit 99,000 miles on my way back home yesterday. woo hoo!


• A guy in the booth across from us looks exactly like Mr. Incredible. When I mentioned this to a co-worker he said "Yeah, if he worked at that Insurance company forever."


• My blue Cubs bracelet mysteriously vanished from my wrist between Saturday night and Sunday morning. Sunday, the White Sox won game 5 of the ALCS and are heading to the World Series. Seriously, does ANYONE think that's just a plain old coincidence? Come on now. I ain't crazy.


• The phrase "This could be the last time..." (in regards to leaving Florida) has now been pulled out more than a few times in order to justify buying some Disney junk. (yes, the Star Tours store stuff was for me, but whatever. This blog isn't about making me look bad)


• I'm considering taking a yellow high-liter to certain passages in the Sportsguy's book (thus breaking my 'no writing in books' rule...yes, I have one) that particularly 'speak' to me.


• My Mom was so excited to go to Chik-Fil-A the other day. Shell, you would have been 'toats embarr'.


• I'm 98% sure that the notebook that the sportsguy lost included a lengthy passage on how witty and profound the thing I asked Shell to have him write in my signed copy of his book was. (I'm pretty sure that's the most awkwardly constructed sentence I've ever written)


• Somebody paged me today asking how to say 'thank you' in Albanian. And I answered.