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Lester, that sucks about your dad. From now on I'm no longer flipping off truck drivers while I'm on my bike.

So anyways...Warm, sunny days; green grass growing; robins eatin worms--Spring has definitely sprung. You know what that means...it's time for some good clean fun: frisbee golf, barbecues, sand volleyball, more barbecues, soccer, even more barbecues, and swimming. Oh, and barbecues, too. There's nothing like eating a piece of pig straight off the grill in 90+ degrees F while being swarmed by insects. I can hardly wait. In honor of the season, I think we need to get all the former Agnewtions back in Hays again. Lester: I know its quite a drive, but this is imporant. Jon and Shayne: who really needs jobs, anyways? In lieu of your return, I suppose I'll just eat all the brats myself for consolation.

So I had one of the shortest job interviews in history. I'm hoping that doesn't indicate a negative outcome....I didn't get chased out of the store by the Dillon's bouncer--I mean grocery boy--so it wasn't too bad. I guess I'll find out. Until then, those that read the blog: Have a nice day. Those that don't: you are not cool, so don't even ask (which is pointless, because if you don't read it, you wouldn't ask anyways...).