when this thing hits 88 MPH...

There are two very simple reasons why I don't update wackycow.com very often anymore. The first is that nothing very interesting happens in my life anymore -- at least nothing that anyone else would find interesting. The second reason is that I am simply very, very lazy.

Hard at work preparing for the wedding.

Plans for the wedding are proceeding apace, mostly thanks to the tireless efforts of my wedding planner. I'm getting a very good deal on the whole wedding planning thing, due to the fact that my wedding planner is also my future wife. I have two very simple tasks to perform for this wedding. The first is to show up, which I'm pretty sure I can't screw up, since I have five people whose main purpose in the wedding is to get my ass there on time. The second is to get the limos and the transportation for the guests from the hotel back to the reception. The picture on the page was taken while I was working on that limo thing.

In the past few months, we've been to this restaurant in Enfield called Mi Pueblo a couple of times. Mostly we go because they have karaoke. Those of you who know me are aware of the horrors that occur whenever I'm in a place where singing is allowed (Jake Ivory's, anyone?). Fortunately, I seem to be surrounded by people who have one thing that I lack: talent. Phil, Amy, Dave, and others who are able to produce sounds pleasing to the human ear were able to drown me out for the most part.

However, all this is incidental to the real surprise of the night. At one point early in the night, the karaoke ringmaster (is there a title for that?) called out the name "T.J." as the next person who was supposed to go up and sing. I thought my cruel companions were playing a joke on me, but then this old guy walks up and takes the mike. There could be only one explanation, of course: I had returned from the future.

Future T.J. was cool, of course. From the state of his shirt, it's clear that Erin still doesn't iron my clothes, which was somewhat disappointing to me. Unfortunately, the evening had to end, and he had to hop into his DeLorean and return to the future.

One last thing I noticed. We went to Mi Pueblo in October, and then again in February. I appear to have suffered some ill effects from not working out since Thanksgiving (before and after). Erin made fun of me and pretended it was all a joke, but you could see the fear in her eyes. I bet she couldn't wait to call the wedding photographer and ask if it was possible to airbrush out about 20 pounds from her future husband.