If I was rich, I'd be lying in a giant tub of BenGay muscle cream at this very moment. Ben might have been gay, but Loki's Ho is wired like a tight rope.

Below this is a lovely pic of Congaree National Monument. A truly magnificent place. I mean absolutely beautiful. If you like trees, which I happen to very much.

The Mother unit and I decided to make the journey there today finally, after having thought about it for a few weeks. I have to say that it was a love/hate relationship. I loved the park and being able to get out in the woods. I hated the stupid ass ignunt people who go out there to talk and whoop around like deranged maniacs while others are out there *trying* to be quiet and possibly catch a peek of some animal. Do you think the people out there would have a little respect for the quiet calmness that is nature?

Hell no. The bitches were out there running and screaming and yelling. There were people stomping and baby strollers being thrust down the wooden boardwalk like kamikaze pilots. You could hear it echo from a mile down the trail...... BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM as the wheels slammed into each new plank. Bastardos I say! Go home and watch HGTV!!!

Alas, the Mother unit turned to me and said.. I finally understand what you mean. I hate people too.

We'll go back when school is in session, and the rugrats are pretending to learn history while *REALLY* eyeballing the blonde in her short skirt and supertight cheerleader top.

All in all it was a good day. We got some great exercise and a day out. If my legs had lips they'd be tightly puckered and sucking the zest off a lemon. I pray I sleep through the night in some sort of comatose stillness so as to not flex the wrong way and wake up screaming in agony. Pray for me.