Thanks, Mike, you made me laugh.
And in this post, you made me catch my breath because I thought it was beautiful:
Sometimes, when I'm driving alone at night, I still see the face of a girl that I had in the truck with me once. We were going somewhere to have fun... talking and laughing, listening to the stereo. I can see her face bathed in the green glow of the instruments, and it's almost like a part of her is still there, riding with me. It's a sad thought though, because I know that she'll never be there again.
But then I looked at the penguins and started cracking up again.
