I need to stop watching Law and Order

This morning as I was leaving the house to go to the gym at 6am in the dark I thought to myself..."Should I grab my license?" and then the thought came immediatly afterward..."No, because my car has Dad listed on the title so the police could have him identify me." Not "what if I get pulled over." Not "I should because it's the law" but "I should incase I die and need to be identified." This got me thinking... When I went down the river at 9pm at night in my kayak, I put my DL in a plasitc baggie in my life jacket in case I needed to be identified. When I went to the dentist in January, I asked the x-ray technition to position the x-rays a little higher to include my sinus' incase I'm ever murdered and my teeth are knocked out so they can't use dental x-rays and my hands are cut off so there are no finger prints. I'm not totally sure where this whole morbidity thing came from but I kind of blame Dad. That's why he has to be the one to identify me. I just don't want to end up in Pauper's Field as a Jane Doe I guess.

A moment...

I've got a moment to breathe here and decided to spend it updating you all on what's going on. Okay, ready? Nothing. That's what's going on. Nothing. But really only kind of. I did win a new pair of Teva water shoes at the Trade Show. And I got my house to not smell like cat poop. And I've created a menu from here on out till March. And I've got some fun trips planned, assuming the boss will let me take the time off. I dyed my hair BLOND. I mean, really sun streaked blond. And I've gone snow shoeing more and I LOVE it. And I'm happy and healthy and doing well and I'm glad for that. Okay, over and out.