the next time you're in omaha...

...please stop by dixie quicks and eat everything on the menu for me since i'll most likely never get to omaha (or nebraska in general for that matter) myself. and remember, if you're not paying enough attention, you'll drive right by it without blinking an eye. you see, it's on the main drag into the "big city," but there is no sign outside to announce you're there.
what would i do without guy showing me the best places to eat in some of the most obscure locations? oh "triple d," i heart you!

and not that i need to explain my lack of blogging to you, but the mac has not been too friendly the last few weeks. losing it's mind (aka hard drive) has put it on the ir for a while now. no estimated date of full recovery; how can one estimate a full recovery when a complete lobotomy has been performed? (thanks for the quick-fix repair, mac genius. oh and also thanks for the heat-warped corner you swear was there when we dropped the mac off to you. adds character, don't you know, while impeding the mac's recharging ability.) now, does anyone have an extra $1700 tucked away for our rainy day so we can retrieve our wedding pictures? no? no one? selfish bastards, all of you.