Just barely here at the desk after a few unspeakably blissful days up in the Poconos mountains.
God, you just want to run amok and tackle the plentiful deer.
Ann, Lori and, yes, Rose are all winners of the long-since contested MMMQ.
Never bet against the King.
Unless you're in a yellow submarine.
Thanks to all for the anniversary wishes.
Ms. McGee and I had ourselves a time.
You can watch a storm brewing up out there and catch it in your paw if you're quick enough, use that bastard to make a serious kettle of coffee, then invite the bears in for a sit-down, see if you can't work it all out civil-like.
If not, it's all just rage and bloodshed and no-one wants that.