As you know, I'm somewhere deep in banjo country, drinking beers, touring the Carolinas on the run, and running afoul of the local customs.
In a few short hours, I'll be soaking in the hooch as I prepare to act as best man for my oldest friend's wedding tomorrow. You can imagine something to this effect:
Wherein I ridicule your comments from afar.
Spike is totally jealous of my painfully tight abs: "Were you doing sit-ups while eating cookies, because that would be the second most awesome think you have ever done."
Answer: I did not realize I had done something awesome previously.
Gin, Ms. V and Jess were all duped by my post last Saturday: "ZOMG!!!1! You graced us with your presence on the weekend???!!ZOINKS!?"
Answer: Someone has to think about the nerds who surf the information super highways on their off days. It's called a scheduled post: pre-written and post-dated. Just to clarify, I wrote this post on Monday.
Happy Hour is nearly upon you, teammates. Have a finely brewed weekend and good luck to all you racers out there. Run well and drink well. Cheers!