Jeeb. Us.

Two accidents in one month's time.
This is nuts. Clearly someone from the Autobody industry has decided that we're to be the targets as of late. This time, Bets' got hit by someone who ran a stop sign. Everyone is okay, but this is getting frustrating now. I don't like being a regular customer to the body shop. It's a kin to being a regular at the Candy, Bread and Cheese store.

The weekend will not be relaxing.
While all of you will be enjoying the Grand Floral Parade, yours truly (with the esteemed help of my colleagues and Mad-Skills-Gooch) will be reconnecting about 100 computers at my office in Downtown Portland. A weekend lost to a, um, cause.

Time to go. Breakfast (in the form of a Cliff Bar) is calling my name.

SlavingMyAssForTheMan,
Gregsta'