For Mother's Day, the wife decided she wanted take-out from Olive Garden. Fettuccini alfredo for her, the Tour of Italy for me. The boy got nothing, because he was being bad all day. Now, I'm not dumb enough to publish on the internet that we chose not to feed our 1 year old child. Social services would be at my door in no time. Of course we gave him some food. He had half a breadstick and some water. It's all we could fit through the bars of the cage we keep him in when he's bad.

Anyway, while eating my tasty salad, I noticed this:

tomato

It's a tomato. In the shape of a peace sign. Click on that picture for a slightly bigger version. I'm not big on signs from above - or from Olive Garden, for that matter. But this, this spoke to me. As a result, I've decided to sell our house, sell most of our stuff, and move us downstate into a commune. Oh, before I do, I'll be changing my name. I'm not 100% sure what it will be, but right now, I'm liking "Ray O. Sunshine."

I'll keep you posted on whether or not the domain name for this site will change.