But I doubt that any sanity was saved. The way I figure it is this: anyone who would willingly work with mouse poop and deal with the insecurities of mildly retarded philopher chefs for fun is about as crazy as someone who would practice law for living.
And that is frequently pretty crazy.
Here's hoping that you and yours have a marvelous Christmas.
And here's to Auburn kicking Nebraska's corn shucking asses on New Year's Day.
War Damn Eagle, Wayne.
This year has really, really sucked . . . and the prospect of sitting at home with the kids (while the wife works) for a week with nothing to do was eating at my soul . . . Now I have some project money . . . I am going to Lowes . . . perhaps you people saved my sanity.
THANKS!
