And now, recently seen and totally ridiculous license plates tooling around the streets lately.

R U JELOS--spotted on some sort of sporty red convertible.

I don't know? Am I JELLOS? Are you JELLOS? Wow, you must really love JELLOS to profess your love for it on your license plate. Oh, wait a minute. I get it. Are you JEALOUS? Umm, of illiterate sport-car driving people? Not so much.

Another license plate spotted on some pricey Jaguar: WE NOT ME.

We Not Me? Okay, but that sounds pretty populist for someone driving a $70K car. Ok, I get it and maybe I am crazy here, but if you really mean it, wouldn't it make sense to put some of that extra car-money towards more of the "we" and a little less of the "me?" and maybe drive a Hyundai instead?

Hello diaryland, did you know sunscreen can expire? Well, apparently it can and I, of course had to find out the hard way, which is the usual way I do things.

That is I went to the beach this weekend for the first time all year, sporting last year's sunscreen. And now my legs are an itchy burning red mess and I woke up a few nights ago in what felt like some sort of angel dust spiral where I almost drew blood from the scratching.

It's gotten a little better since, but it's still not pretty walking around the office stopping every 5 seconds to scratch my ankles making it probably look like I have crabs that have migrated south. Or something.

At any rate: check your sunscreen from last year if you are too cheap to pony-up for a new bottle every summer like I apparently am.

So, scratching aside, not much else going on other than the fact that I just sort of woke up like, HOLY SHIT IT'S SUMMER! I need to GET SHIT DONE! Which basically means make a list of arbitrary summer-like things to do and stick to it. Which really means, grab some people I know, pitch a few tents out in the middle of a State Park somewhere and drink beer.

Yeah, I know. You didn't realize I was so outdoorsy did you?