As I walked through the mall doing a bit of browsing and a little musing on the merits of hair dye, a lady asked me if I had time for a market survey. Well, I had time, and $3 for answering a few questions didn't seem bad, but she seemed quite taken aback when I didn't fit into the 18-34 market group. So now, I wonder if the grey is as much as I thought. I'm 37, by the way, for those who don't know. Heck, I barely remember. The only time I absolutely know how old I am is when it's time to change physical readiness test age groupings, and that isn't happening again until I'm forty.
Gene made a lovely pork roast, and I'm rather pleased that I thought of steaming the kale over the boiling potatoes. ;o) Saving a bit of gas is always a good thing.
Oh! And I drooled over a calendar at the mall--it was a "Chronicles of Riddick" calendar with lovely pictures of Vin Diesel and Karl Urban. If it hadn't had so many of the female characters, I might have bought it. Might still. It'd look great in my locker on the ship. ;o) Diesel is my age. Yay! But Urban is two years younger than my brother. But so what? I felt like an old pervert looking at the Orlando Bloom calendar.