Thanks everybody.
I got to spend my birthday at the U for an "inservice day". It was a mind numbing poke your eyes out with a fork kinda day. Got home in time to take a quick walk around 'Bonkerville with a glass of the worlds finest burbon and find a dozen or so 'shrooms. Went inside and watched in horror as the bald guy got booted off "Idol". I was so upset I went to bed.
For my birthday I bought myself three new shirts, my wife bought me a CD that I'll probably never listen to and her damn cats gave me a fur ball suprise after I was in bed. I keep feeding the damn things a bunch of treats every night so they'll get really really fat, then one day when they are sleepin and snorin like the fat cats they are I'm gonna blow a few notes on my 'yote howler and give 'em a coronary. Naw, better not do that cause then I'd have to bury them and thats work. Its not like the wife would let me toss 'em accross the road in the ditch with the 'possums.
Damn cats.
Anyway, thanks for the birthday wishes. I'll be debuting one of my new shirts at the Waltonian Archers of Linn County thingy May 20th. Ya suppose I should start thinking about what to say?
Hey Kat, hows it feel to be a Golden Spiker? Or maybe you havn't joined The Brotherhood of the Spike.
The 'Bonker