Last night the Mike Dean Project, drumming provided by yours truly, played at yet another Elma Relay for Life. I'm guessing the event raised even more money than last year's--there seemed to be more people in attendance.
I save bacon fat from time to time. I fry eggs in it when I'm in a particularly cholesteroly mood. I did not know it could be sculpted, though. Yes. Sculpted.
The Mariners still suck. Only a few weeks 'til a fire sale, I swear.
Now that Melissa is mere days away from graduating, she and I have decided to wade into the housing market. If you are trying to unload a reasonably-priced domicile in the greater Olympia area, drop me a line.
Blog-neighbor Christina Watts has found a new home. (Love the punny title, too--"Justified Text." Clever.)
The tie is the sixth-to-last of the year.