Skating on thin ice

I dug out my Rollerblades, found my wristguards, and hit the streets today after work. I had grandiose dreams of skating downhill to the beach, but I stuck to the few flat streets instead. I wobbled a few times and only had a couple scares where I thought that if I didn't move a few feet, I'd end up squished under a passing car. (Much like a recent episode of Six Feet Under when I guy was pulling out of his driveway and ended up running over his own head. Ewww....)

Brent and I had another potential wedding vendor flake on us tonight. What is the deal? We're trying to GIVE people our money and they won't take it. Apparently my e-mail confirming our meeting went straight into the vendor's "bulk mail." Strangely, he did respond to another part of that same e-mail. Grrrr....

[typing a poem on his computer] "Your sandy hair floats in the air... To me it's like a lullaby... I'm just flying by... Oh so high... like a kite... tied to a skate..." [begins singing] Kip, Napolean Dynamit