Well, since I've been promising in every single journal entry to post some pictures of myself, I've finally cracked under the enormous strain. So, here they are. Hope you enjoy 'em, ya bastards......

Here's Coco, Justin, and Barney in Florence, South Carolina last month. Yeah, yeah, I know: Thursday's need to get us better uniforms. I mean the least they could do is get us pants that fit. And apparently the print shop failed to understand that we wanted our jersey's to say "Thursday's" on them. Good thing we didn't have to pay for 'em. This picture was taken just before we were notified that we won our first game by forfeit. Go us! 'Course, that was our only happy moment on the field.

(They were going to take a picture of me, but I was so blurry from the night before that they figured the picture would come out blurry too.)

These finely dressed people are my parents. This picture was taken in London last year on their annual trip to Europe. Dad had a week off from the Bureau and Mom took a break from her career as an amateur porn star. Nice jacket on my dad, yeah? I bought that for him when he solved his first case.

(I couldn't get a week off from work, so no pictures of me with the 'rents in jolly ol' England.)

Ah, yes. Work. What a wonderful place. This is one of my assistant managers at my store. One of my clerks snapped this picture right after I gave my assistant explicit instructions on what to do while I was on vacation. Inspires confidence, doesn't he?

(The clerk tried to take my picture too, but since she is one of my employees, she of course had her finger over the lens.)

This is my infamous he/she cat, Meowy-Cowy. Yeah, my little hermaphroditic freakish feline. My new nickname for him/her is Checkbook, since that's all I've been using on him/her lately at the vet. It turns out that his/her mildly unpleasant habit of peeing in my bathtub and other assorted places is a result of an acute bladder infection. But don't give me any of that "Poor kitty" crap. Think about my carpeting, my cell phone, my couch, my day planner! And not only that, he/she keeps singing show tunes at all hours of the night. It's hell, I tell ya.

(I'm in this picture, but I'm sorta hidden behind her/him; you can't see me, but I have the back door open trying to coax him/her to go outside permanently.)

If it's April, it must be time for the Glenn Arnold's Ex's Club annual meeting. At this year's meeting they honored the new Grand Poobah of The Glenn Arnold's Ex's Club: Kathleen (who, by the way, is now legally my uber-ex). This picture is actually from the cover of their brochure from this year's meeting. They send me a copy of it every year, bless their evil little hearts.

(Obviously, I wasn't within 1,500 hundred miles when this picture was taken. I may be dumb, but I ain't stupid......well......)