We are NOT registering at Spokes Etc.

Let it be known that, although I am very excited about my new bike, I am putting the kibosh on a cycling tour honeymoon. Even if Pete changes his mind and lets me get streamers for my new bike.

An Olympic Moment

Melissa is rarely impressed by my navigating abilities. Here, I am plotting an impromptu afternoon walking tour of Lake Placid, New York. We didn't know it at the time, but I had no idea what I was doing.

Mark, Brent, Carolyn, Melissa and I spent a weekend crisscrossing Central and Upstate New York. Yes, it's a large state, so yes, we spent almost all of our time packed five to a Camry.

Taking cues from ice dancing in Turin Sunday, Mark sprawled all over the Olympic speed skating oval. Actually, we all did. Melissa dug the sub-zero temps.

Does Deloitte handle this?

As snow melts, winter yields to spring, and dreams of summers on the Vineyard spent at homes of people we don't really know except for how they take their gin return, local DC residents (namely the BTB and GTB) along with near and far flung friends and family face that annual day of destiny - that's right- April 17, 2006: tax filing day. As we all turn back the clock to evaluate in dollars and cents last year's obligation to our fellow man through wealth redistribution required by federal law and under threat of jail, perhaps the BTB might like to take similar dispassionate stock and perform the BrideAudit.

I encourage non-brides to take a look as well, just so you know the expectations that are being set. Plus kids, it's just good clean fun (excepting that I think the bride is flipping the bird in the graphic - shocking!).

Cheers!