Things to do before I leave this place (in no particular order)

1. See all of the world's continents at least once.
2. Speak at least one other language fluently.
3. Write a novel and have it published.
4. Learn to express myself in music (either playing or singing).
5. Fall in love with someone who loves me.
6. Learn how to tune up my car and do an oil change.
7. Find a satisfying, challenging and lucrative career.
8. Live, at least for a while, in another country (not just visit).
9. Learn to golf reasonable well.
10. Fly first class.
11. Live in a house with a garden and a huge wrap-around porch.
12. Have shoes made for me by hand.
13. Do something worthy of a newspaper headline (and obits don't count.)
14. Be present when the Cubs win the World Series (although I may have to settle for the pennant.)
15. Spend a weekend at a beach house.

In the meantime, boys and girls, I'm off to spend yet another birthday in Australia. How cool is that?
Next stop...Sydney.

They don't make jeans like they used to...

It's Saturday morning and I find myself waiting in line at the bank. Nothing unusual about that. But the guy in front of the queue has caught my attention and I can't quite put my finger on why.

He's young (probably late 20s or early 30s), not particularly cute, and he's just been summoned to a teller window. I don't know why they call them teller "windows" since there really isn't any window at all...but I digress.

Anyway, Bank Guy leans far into the bank teller's window, inappropriately close to the teller. She giggles nervously. He's kinda slimy, you know the type. I cringe for her.

Their transaction comes to a close, but not before I realized why my attention was drawn to him. There it is, on this young stud.

Visible.panty.line!