...because it means that I didn't wake up Sunday sick as a dog, vomiting my guts out with crazy feverish chills. And it means that I didn't waste two days of my life in bed and that I would feel completely fine now instead of just a little bit sick.

 

 

Also I wouldn't have had to explain to my wife how the midget wearing nothing but chaps with a bottle of Goldschlager ended up in our bedroom closet when she came home early from work on Friday night....

 

She missed a good time. ;D

I do feel like a sense of relief has washed over me now that we're home again. I got all bunched up when UO was down again to come back here, but I always felt kind of tense over at vBulletin.

 

That midget gets around. That's all I'm saying about that.

Seriously who is that guy? Impeccable timing though, he knows when to randomly show up. But Goldschlager? What is it 1995? :)

He had Jager when I met him. Muy mal. Muuuuy mal!!

No Place Like Home - The Wizard of Oz