You know, I don't want to be a spoiled brat, but this dishes-and-laundry thing gets old some days. Today I arranged Jack's polo shirts by color in the order of the visible spectrum. Lance Armstrong was in town last week, riding around with Fastrack Dave. Lance comes here to train sometimes, because of Santa Barbara's temperate climate, plus the combination of hills and flats makes for good cycling. I've been reading his book and sometimes it puts a lump in my throat.
Jack and his friend Dennis just went out for a ride. When Jack told Dennis that Lance Armstrong was in town, Dennis put on this real low, mean voice and said, "Tell him I'm looking for him."