My dog hears thunder I don't hear

He was barking his ass off earlier today. My mom says it was apparently at the precise time of a downpour 5 miles away in Jeff City and he likes to bark at thunder. Learning that my dog's ears still work after years of being subjected to my dad's speed reduction device was lovely. That was pretty much the highlight of my day. Because I live with my parents and am only marginally employed. (For those of you who are wondering, "speed reduction device" is code for: my dad puts a bunch of old tin cans around Copper's neck when he's off the chain so that he doesn't run as far/fast and my dad can hear where he is).

But back to me and my pain. I haven't posted anything lately because I am a) not in Honduras and b) just too bored by my life in Missouri to find it worth recounting. So instead of composing something that will inevitably drive readers crazy by my whiny tone, I will post pictures of my recent weekend, which actually was pretty cool. The picture posting was a failure in Honduras, but I have an inkling that it might work now that I'm back in Americuh.

The first Tour of Missouri was last week and I went to watch them fly around the capitol for like 2 seconds on Saturday. Somewhere in there is the winner of the Tour de France. Can you see him? And I just noticed that Monsanto sponsored the event.



And I went to St. Louis for Jen and Chris's wedding. Probably the most fun wedding I've been to with lots of dancing.



My next stop was in Columbia where I visited the Heritage Fest (i.e. an excuse to sell furs and claim you are preserving pioneer culture or something). And this dude had a bicycle which did somersaults.


And this is a puppet Harley made for a law school project. He seemed to think it was completely normal to have extra sculls lying around to be used for art.


P.S. Josh, this post is dedicated to you.