My neighbors across the street are morbidly obese. I'm not saying a couple lbs overweight, or slightly heavy. These folks are in danger for their lives. Unfortunately, they have three boys who are incredibly rolly polly as well (although they look adorable in a sharpei kind of way). The ice cream truck comes into our neighborhood four times a day and plays its horrendous calliope music outside my door lurking, waiting for the rolly polly family to come outside. Coincidence? I think not. The ice cream guy doesn't even bother continuing on down the cul-de-sac, because he knows which house is the lucky loose slot. And inevitable, they come run towards the van three out of every four times!

Ok now that my horns are rearing their ugly head, I should get a shower and see if anyone wants to go out with lil ol' me!