When We Roamed The Earth

Approximately 15 million years ago, Mistah and I roamed the Earth.

Before that, we lived regular, normal lives. We worked. We commuted -- Schleck by car, me by train -- and we had a lot of fun always, all the time, ever.

And then we Hit The Road.

And we had a lot of fun always, all the time, ever.

We Roamed the Earth for the better part of 8 years. And now, all of a sudden, we've been in New London for the better part of 8 years.

 And we have a lot of fun always, all the time, ever.

I think this calls for that old favorite "close your eyes and point to a photo on iphoto" game.

Seriously.

Let's *do* this thing.

Wait, what?

Oh my GOD.

 Okay this is the worst game ever.

 Oh wait! No it's not!!

 Aw, Ledgie made the cut . . .

 As did Dorothy . . .

And so did our habaneros.

 Can I not delete? Is that not in the spirit of the game?

 Can I not?

Aw jeez. And we don't even get the plumber's -- er, roofer's -- butt.

Okay, so, perhaps this was a bad idea.

Why couldn't *this* have made it?

Or this??

But still. We Roam The Earth.

And that's something, right?

I mean, it could be this.

But instead, 5 million years later . . .

. . . it's this.