Last week Frank, Hartman, Megan, and I went for a hike in the mountains and I wore my new hiking boots which ended up giving me a few pretty big blisters which were a touch uncomfortable for a few days but nothing terrible.

Hartman, however, borrow these same boots of mine when he went hiking a few days ago and his feet hurt so bad from the hike he had to go to the doctor.  The doctor ended up diagnosing Wes with a severe case of “KANKLES!”  Shit, I could have told Hartman that for free but I guess he wanted an expert opinion.

To treat his “KANKLES” the doctor gave Wes some bandages to wrap his feet in really tightly .  After a few hours of wearing the compression bandages Wes is able to take them off for ten minutes and remain “KANKLE” free but the “KANKLES” eventually return.  Thus, he has to do the cycle again. 

The compression bandages are only a temporary solution until Hartman has the resolve to stop eating ice cream, HO-HO’s, Funyuns, and stop playing X-Box!  Actually, I think the compression bandages are going to be a permanent solution!

Okay, sorry Wes…..I am joking……a bit!  Hartman has some bad blisters on his feet from my boots.  Keep in mind these are the same boots I wore while hiking and I did not have to go to the doctor for my blisters!  Wes our prayers go out to you.

Aside from that I went for a nice ride in the mountains the other day and it was cold but there were some good views of snow capped peaks  and changing leaves .

Yesterday also marked the end of an era……..my sleeping shorts got the axe!  I have had these shorts for many years and they served as my lounge/sleeping shorts.  I loved my shorts!  They were great for sleeping because the elastic was soo worn out that when I would roll over in bed I would turn but the shorts reamain stationary.  This is also the same reason why they had to go. I did not bother me but I think my roomates and houseguests got sick of seeing my ass crack .  I think it looks kind of good.

 Here is me in my sleeping shorts on the computer.

 Here is me in my sleeping shorts showing off my man purse that I bought in the airport.  It is not a man purse it is a credit card/passport holder that Frank is really jealous of so he calls it a man purse.  It is called class Frank…..not a man purse!

 Lastly, here is a look of the sleeping short all by themselves.  I think I am actually tearing up a bit……hold on let me grab a tissue!

 There was a small gathering to say good bye to the sleeping shorts as Frank, Wes, and Steph all stopped by to show their regards!

I will miss you sleeping shorts.  It has been a great run and I know they will be going to a better place.

Until I am able to find a replacement I am going to have to resort to sleeping in the nude.  Frank might get a little surprise if our piss schedules coincide during the evening since we share an upstairs bathroom!

later,g.