Business…here’s my take on whether Michael Vick will ever be a Super Bowl quarterback. I’m in a rush, so I can’t link, but I think you know how to get there.
Now, there are a couple of things at the Palatial Bomaniland Estate that make me very happy.
First, here’s a sign of how grown I’ve become. I decorated it myself. Click to enlarge.

Can’t have a house and no tree, man. Even if the tree is directly in front of a large portrait of a Muslim. But if The Maker’s gonna find reasons to keep me out, this won’t be where He/She starts.
Now, here’s a surprise from me ladyfriend, one that brought me greater joy that I’ll be able to properly convey with words. Could some of the Texans in this piece please explain how they’d feel if they saw this after being deprived of it for far too long. Again, click to enlarge.

If you don’t know about the Blue Bell, I feel bad for you. I really do. The first taste of that sweet Butter Pecan was a rush of flavor that almost made me wanna weep. Good gracious, the Blue Bell is the greatest.