I thought I was feeling better last night, then this happened: I was waiting for the subway but it wasn't coming due to some sort of drama down the line. Not a big deal, so I get on the other downtown train, see a friend from work, Garth. We start talking and then next thing I know, the door was closing at my stop! Garth says, "Hey, isn't this your stop?" Now I'm going to 4th street, I had to get off there, hop on another train and go back to the missed stop. All I wanted to do was go home. Awful commute.
I mailed in my taxes yesterday! It's such a load off to have that done. I think I told this before but when my Dad was alive, I told him I was getting a refund and I was very excited about it. Always with a word of wisdom I remember him saying something like, "Why are you so excited, it's your money!" So true.
I gave directions to three people in the past three days. I must have a face where people think I know where I'm going. Lord knows that's not the case but I try to help anyway. I helped two people on Saturday and then another person in the bus station yesterday. I have to say that the bus station was an easy one; she was on the first floor and she needed to get to the third floor.
I got home last night and my mailbox was filled with junk. One thing that caught my eye was an ad for Ebay Motors. They had some testimonials of people that loved their cars bought from Ebay SO MUCH that they framed them. Check it out:

Truth in advertising?
Come on Ebay, am I really supposed to think that this guy framed a photo of his mini-van?!Wake up corporate America, I'm watching. And while we're on the subject of cars; That "new" PT Cruiser convertible looks like a bath tub on wheels, nice work Detroit.
Time for the new hit feature to bobborden.com that everyone's talking about: Great Moments in American Gladiator History. Great moment #36:

A contender is pulled from the rings by GladiatorTURBO in the "Hang Tough" event
That was Great Moments in American Gladiator History -- Tell your friends!
And that's it!
Stay beautiful,
Bob