Nearly two months away from the keyboard. But the klown, like the phoenix, has risen from the...whatever.
Just got bored with the same old. Not a lot happens here in the heartland. Not a lot to report. And with the gray winter days, not a lot of things even seem funny enough to send your way.
But lo and behold, something to report. Fortieth birthday just around the bend.
Apparently, I have just a scant 7 years left. Which is nearly 2600 blogging days until they find me in the bathroom, boxers around ankles, dead on the toilet. Elvis and I share more than just a birthday.
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