I was just recalling the events of yesterday with my neighbor Matt and realized that I completely forgot to tell all three of you readers about an important piece of the story. It's not funny or remotely interesting but I need to note it for when I've gotten [more] forgetful.

As I walked home from Darin's place I removed the jersey from my back and snuck it into my bathroom, jamming it into a drawer. Then I grabbed a shower and called Ben in to help me shave (because he loves putting a razor blade to my neck). Then, being the clever little turd that I am, I got dressed with the Favre jersey on top and jammed a bunch of socks in the shoulder area so I could look more like a football player, or at least an adult male, and walked out to see Kerri.

You should know that Kerri has a crush on Mr. Favre so I was hoping to capitalize on that notion, something that wasn't as difficult as it could have been, given her quality of eyesight, but also something that even pure blindness would not have pulled off. Darnit!

So that's the story: I came out nice and clean and pretended to be Bret Favre with socks in my shoulder area, wearing a #4 GB Packers jersey. Fascinating, huh?

Oh yeah, I was wearing other clothes too... it wasn't *solely* the Packers jersey... I wouldn't treat your brain that way.