Ah. Good Times.

Last night we were reminiscing, and Travis said, "Remember how Mom always told us to 'be careful what you do, because someone is always watching'? Well now, the Internet is always watching."

We talked about how that may or may not include snotty girls from high school who were ego-surfing and found that you called them a bitch one day on your blog. Whoops.

I was informed last night that it doesn't matter if I have my Webmaster delete the page, it is archived SOMEWHERE, until the end of time. Or the end of the Internet, whenever that may be.

Hi, Internet. Good morning. Cappuccino? Mike's Hard Lemonade?