Well, I hope none of you were too worried about me. I just spent the last too weeks with roommates and black bears and weddings and 50th anniversaries and early birthday parties and family pictures and driving 800 miles and packing up my apartment and being told I didn't clean it well enough and trying to figure out how to move two couches that Robbie left me with and... well, you get the idea. Needless to say, I miss my job and the lovely ladies I worked with. I have yet to really ponder if I miss Robbie or not. It sounds like Duerkop is rockin' the wild side with pro kickball or whatever. Lynnea, I'm sorry that you and Krista were so much more modestly dressed than Matt. Tell him that I think he'd look great in capris and a nice low-cut tank top. By the way, how far was it to this taste of Cinncinati thing? Just wondering. Wait - a hot brunette with an MA in English just wrote me. Who needs taste of Cinncinati? And I think it is no coincidence that Dr. B is now president of the Alliance... it would be very easy for the pope to coordinate that sort of thing. Head of the two most powerful religious groups in the world! What a guy. Well, this is my anniversary post. That's nice. I can't guarentee another post for a while because I'm going to be moving up to Washigton here soon and won't have tons of time to bore you like I just did. I'll blab more later. Maybe I'll even drop a few lines about seeing Folkestad and Luke and Robbie's wedding and all that. Whatever. Weddings get boring after the 20th roommate or so. Anybody want me tos ay hi to Drew for them? I'll see him next week, I hope. Later.