I'm likely to be off the grid until Saturday. Excuses, excuses.
My fingers hurt. I've got giardia. I've got leprosy. No, it's not any of those. I'm finally getting my anniversary present, the canoe trip. Even with a short one, there will be lots of stories to tell.
If I'm back before then, it will be a colossal fail, which will mean it's a bigger, better story. Lightening striking tents, bears stealing food, people coming down with debilitating diseases. (See above.)
If I never return to tell you any more stories, then it's the ultimate fail and you should pray for my soul.
Maybe you should pray for my soul anyway.
Thank you for listening, jb
My fingers hurt. I've got giardia. I've got leprosy. No, it's not any of those. I'm finally getting my anniversary present, the canoe trip. Even with a short one, there will be lots of stories to tell.
If I'm back before then, it will be a colossal fail, which will mean it's a bigger, better story. Lightening striking tents, bears stealing food, people coming down with debilitating diseases. (See above.)
If I never return to tell you any more stories, then it's the ultimate fail and you should pray for my soul.
Maybe you should pray for my soul anyway.
Thank you for listening, jb
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