G: Are you full?

WH: I had a lot of bread, it was good. Ciabatta.

G: Why in the hell did you get up at five A.M today?

WH: Because my roomate sleeps louder than shit, I think he was thirsty?

G: Who is your roomate?

WH: I think you are douche bag!

G: What do you mean I was sleeping loud?

WH: You were making lapping noises with your mouth and I thought you were thirsty. Plus you were snoring, really loud. Once I was up I could not go back to sleep.

G: How was my Honey Mustard Dressing that you ate tonight?

WH: Your Honey Mustard Dressing was good but the salad was pretty unimpressive.

G: What do you think of Laguna Beach the tv show?

WH: It is addicting but ………..it is crap!

G: I think you are crap.

G: Why do you and Frank call me oblivion?

WH: Beacause it really really fits. Just ask the six guys that got guttered today? You are an interesting dude.

G: Did I almost drop you on the group ride today?

WH: You made me hurt but no drop.

G: Do you remember the race where I almost dropped you?

WH: You mean that race that I won? Yeah.

G: What do you think of the your female stalker on my weblog?

WH: I think her first name, annonymous, is very unique. I call her Ann for short.

G: Are you single?

WH: Yeah (sigh), very!

G: Have you did anything to improve your predicament?

WH: Rich tried to help me once at a bar but I failed miserably.

G: Why don’t you like the way I garnish my waffles? (picture)

WH: You destroy it with all of the crap you put on it. Protein Powder come on…..I have to pee but I don’t want to walk upstairs.

I think that is enough of Wes Hartman for one evening. He should probably get some sleep.

Other than that we are moved into our new house and got the cable and everything hooked up. We are officially an operating household. I have all of my shirts on hangers and I am even sleeping on my own bed. Life is good……….

later,

g.