I Got Nothing

So, my commitment-phobic cold has asked me out on a date. Or at least stopped punching me in the shoulder, pulling my hair & running away like an eight-year-old boy. Translation: I feel like poo today.

With that, I can't think much. And it's Thursday.

Random Photo Post it is then!

Driving across Riverside Drive Bridge, crossing the Skagit River




Fremont Light Show in Vegas



Christmas Eve at the Parents House



Totally random picture from Senior Year of high school yearbook
(that's me on the left...good God my hair is too short)