Surgery
Well, I just dropped off Alison at her mother's house. I need to save my leave up for our adoption trip, so I'm not able to fret around in the waiting room while they're slicing and dicing on Alison. Actually, it's lapro, so they're really just poking holes in her and inserting robot arms.

Quarters
Ever since the new, special quarters came out, I've been not spending them. I wouldn't say that I'm collecting them, since I could really care less. I suppose I thought they were neat at first, but the designs for each state are pretty weak. At least we did Helen Keller and not some random crap like most other states. I mean, why do the outline of the state with your state bird and some flower. Who cares what your state is shaped like? And that bird and flower, hey, your neighboring states have that too. But, yeah, Helen Keller's from around here. ROCK!

Oh, but about those quarters. I've got about 11 lbs of them in a plastic pig. It used to be a bank, but Alison wanted to get examples of each quarter out of it for her sister, so she cut my pig up. (Now that's good google fodder.) And now that it's open, well, I think I need to buy that digital camera sooner rather than later.

Pictures
And speaking of cameras, we picked up some film from Wal-Mart yesterday. And, first off, Wal-Mart's developing sucks. When I see pictures that are in the same setting with the same lighting, etc, etc, and some come out orangey. Hey, that means your developing sucks.

Oh, but besides that, I can't take pictures worth beans. Considering that I own about 10 cameras total, I just am not the best photographer. Alison tends to take good pictures, but her composition is questionable. She tends to put things in the middle of the picture, where if you put them slightly off center it makes a better composition. But I can't hold my hands still or something. I deeply regret that my picture of Sea Onion came out blurry. Arr, blast that scurvy Sea Onion.

Nippley Co-Workers
Alabama is not a terribly cold place. But, this time of year, it will be in the 30s or 40s in the morning and warm up to the 50s in the afternoon. Some coworkers that I have, named Ed, will not wear a jacket because they come from hearty lumberjack stock (or something). But Ed, when he's cold in the morning, is always poking his man nips up at us. Sheesh, if you were some hottie cheerleader, sure, that'd be fine. Well, no, actually that would be more distracting. Not just the nipples, but the beard too.
- posted by Nick Postagulous @ 7:20 AM