It's not a Toomer.

Friday night, we went out. Here are some pictures of what we look like when we go out.

I'm watching football today. Well, it's on tv. I'm not really watching it. I just have it on hoping the Redskins will lose. Because I lived in DC when I was little and all I learned in that four years was that the Redskins were EVIL (not the red-skinned people, mind you, but the team. I was a child, but I know the difference. People underestimate children sometimes.) So, yeah, there's a guy on one of the teams, I think the Giants (I know they're not really Giant - where does that name come from, anyway? Are they trying to psyche out the other team? "We're HUGE! You can't beat US, midgets!") and there's a guy named Toomer. I hope that when he and his wife have a baby, they announce it by telling their friends and family that the doctor told them that his wife's got a Toomer growing inside her. I think that would be funny.

P.S. I odered a soft taco supreme last night. I think they thought I said soft taco WITH BEANS because they put beans on it and charged me $1.40 in stead of $.89 or whatever it normally costs. If there were any doubt, wouldn't you go with what people NORMALLY order? grrr...