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]