It's your lucky day... not much to report here.

I did work a Hammer and Nails thing with the church this weekend. In order to go to New York this summer, me and my daughters have to put in some volunteer time. So we spent Saturday painting and scraping. I HATE painting and scraping. And my legs just can't take standing for five hours. Boy was I hurting. Still... it was a good cause.

Of course the house we worked at wasn't in the greatest of neighborhoods and in the greatest of shape. I found myself looking around trying to find little details I could add to a book. The guy had a coat rack by the head of his bed, that was different. And, it was funny, we were sitting on the floor having lunch, sipping our Cokes from Burger King, and the old guy comes over and says...

"I got soft drinks in the fridge."

I lift my cup and say, "Thanks, but we're okay." I sip some cold pop from the straw.

The guy keeps looking at us, "I got some straws on top of the fridge if you need them." We're all sucking through straws already.

"No thanks."

He squirms his lips. "There's chewing tobacco in the desk drawer."

Anyway, he was a nice guy. And he really appreciated us helping him out.

Quotable Quote from Paris Hilton at the Grammy's:

Reporter: "Paris... why didn't you bring a date?"

Paris: "Why would I bring sand to a beach?"

At least she didn't say, "Why would I bring sand to a flower shop" or something ridiculous.