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Imagine my surprise to open my mail only to find a dozen emails about me
doing some sort of devil's dance in a smoky room. One word came to my
mind. Elizabeth. So I looked through the last few FMLs to see what she
had said. So in my defence, I only can say the following.
I didn't exactly catch the room on fire. I was testing my ability to
hollow out a log using a propane torch, ok? I was in complete control
until that dang smoke alarm went off. Swirling the towel was not a
throw-back to the 70's and disco dancing, ok? I was trying to clear the
smoke to turn off the alarm. Ok, maybe I should have thought it through
a little better, but, hey, I'm testosterone poisoned, ok? Besides, I was
perfectly safe with the world's prettiest--and loud mouthed--firefighter
sleeping upstairs. Oh, and I *like* roasted grasshoppers, ok? And
pemmican *is* the perfect food; just read one of my papers on it. Anyone
know where I can get large salmon heads? I have a Chinook recipe I want
Elizabeth to test for me.....
I will be in Chicago for the next week, staying with various ferret people
and attending the annual archaeology meetings downtown at the Sheraton
Hotel and Towers, right off the lake. I don't know how often I will be
checking my email during the week(end), but if you ask me to drop by and I
get it in time, I will be happy to try. Or, I could stop and see a few
people on my way back. How about making some sunny weather while I'm up
there?
Bob C and 19 Mo' Smokin' Fert Butts
[Posted in FML issue 2625]
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