The best part of this post to me - no offense ;) - is how HUGE my name is. I'd been dreading the big 4-0, but I'm an hour and twenty-six minutes in and I feel fine. A little perplexed at having lost twenty years of my life, but still ok.

My new favorite theory is that Tery should fire a few of your dayshift "co-workers", so that they will have to work harder. Maybe the one who's just had her gallbladder removed will end up dying a horrible yet predictable death and that will cut Tery's options down.

Why hasn't anyone every brought up the subject of paving and lighting the yard outside your building?