- Our next door neighbors moved out on Sunday. We weren't BFsF or anything, but they were good neighbors (other than the occasional cigarette smoke odor that drafted to my yard). I'm not sure when the new people are moving in, so we're all nervously anticipating their arrival. I'm hoping for either Tiger and Elin, or a group of (female) Brazilian swimsuit models. If not either of them, I'll settle for normal folk with no loud dogs or broken down cars.

- The boy and I finally got to go to the Apple Store. As we were playing with one of the iPhones on display, I marveled at how this two-year-old kid was flicking through pictures, zooming in and out, changing photo albums, and "checking the weather" like he's had one of those for his entire life. At the same time, a woman nearby was speaking to an employee. She had an iPhone in her hand, and said, "I bought this thing a week ago, but all I know how to do is receive calls... My daughter said I can check my email on it?" It took everything in me to keep from tackling her and rescuing her iPhone from her.

- Related note, I didn't want to like the iPhone. I'm a sucker for all things Apple, but if you recall, I hate cell phones. Plus, Apple delayed the release of their next operating system because of the iPhone. I resented it. And then it came out, and I was all, "bah, too much hype, and it's too expensive." And then I used one. And then they lowered the price. Now I want to bathe in iPhones.

- Work is getting less busy, and my part in the work project I was working on is wrapping up. This means I can once again look at PHP code without wanting to remove my eyeballs, which is good. I've even been able to put some of the new stuff I've learned to use on this site over the past few weeks, which many of you have already noticed. In fact, one of those new additions got me inducted into the Shuck N Jive Hall of Fame, which is now prominently noted on my resumé.

- I played in a golf tournament with some higher-ups last week. I was about 4 inches away from scoring my first eagle, as I was that close to holing out with a wedge from the left rough, about 120 yards out. I am Tiger Woods.

- Me and the wife celebrated our 6th anniversary way back on the 15th. And when I say "celebrated," I mean that we dodged vomit. Still, I wanted to note publicly how lucky I know I am to have found such a wonderful lady to put up with me. Unmarried men out there, be jealous of me. Women, you be jealous of the wife, regardless of your marital status. Because I'm that awesome. (See what she has to put up with?)