Man, you spend just ONE weekend having fun and life piles up on you. Not to mention the laundry, but most of that was a sympton of having fun. All I did was go to Portland for the National Moustache Month Frisbee Tournament and run around on fields that more resembled cow pastures. (We had 6 inches of mud; hence the title of the post.)

And then I just HAD to go to a SuperBowl party, at which there was copious amounts of food. It's a good thing the host didn't make a HOLDING call on me for holding others back from the bounty. (Stupid refs.) But I did win $6 for calling the 1st Qauter score correctly.

And now I have large amounts of clothes to clean, a Micro Econ test to study for, and my food stocks are low. A word to the wise: "Man cannot live on Baker bars/Clif bars alone. He gets plugged up."

Ike--who enjoys wallowing in the mud and yelling at Referees