Holy cats! I leave for a few days and come back to find flowers on my doorstep, my cat Buster fattened up on shrimp and Copper River salmon, my place detailed by Brat impurity inspectors, a cold keg of Wildcat Ale on ice and a supermodel waiting with nothing but a smile.
Maybe I was was wrong about you people.
But really, wow. Thanks, friends. I had to wipe a little tear away and close my mouth because I sort of lost touch with where I was. A kind of out of yachty experience.
New Brats: Cat Guy's just some dude in a blue tub toy who will annoy you with leftist leanings and drink your beer when you're not looking. Too, know that Supernerd and some of his playmates miss the big red bull's eye I provide; the delicious, slow softballs I unwittingly serve up for your amusement. Hey, every group needs ribs to poke.
And maybe a quest of gratitude, humility, kindness, love and spiritual growth that Jesus and revered sages through history have extolled really is the answer. I send my best to all of you, and very much value my association.
:love