Well, I was promised a Miles mlphillips post tonight. As he just settled in for sleep, I guess that isn't going to happen. Bummer...you get me again.

Tonight we went out to eat at Oleanders and saw the movie Ray. Before hitting the theater, we stopped at an ATM. Miles has a debit card that is showing wear and tear. He, being the musical ad lib genius that he is, began singing a song to the tune of the Beach Boy's "409". It went something like this:

My broken card, my bro-o-ken card! My broken card, my bro-o-ken card! My broken card, my bro-o-ken card! [you get it]

The truly sad part occurred when I chimed in on cue for the resounding, "My BROHHHHHHHH-KEHHHHHHHHHN CAAAAAAAAARD!"

You have to understand that we don't get a lot of sleep during the week. A little eccentric Phillips behavior by the end of the week is not only possible, but likely.

Oh! I'm getting my own office, but more of that tomorrow!
[Want to get to bed before 2]