Mestee Blogger

Well, not really, but they're making us pretend that it is. As I was sitting down to write this, they announced a fire drill would be taking place in 5 minutes. What kind of a fire drill is that? Shouldn't there be some sort of element of surprise? Oh, and there it is...I've got to go.

And....we're back. I bet you didn't even notice I was gone. Fire drills here at WTC remind me of a 3rd grade field trip, except everyone is dressed in business casual attire. Designated leaders hold up bright green flags with their mail zone printed on it (Zone Z2F Rules! Woo!), and everybody tries to find the people with whom they belong. Inevitably there are stragglers, and those stragglers are shot. Okay, not really, but I just wanted to see if you were paying attention.

Julia #2 arrived in Boston last night and was forced to watch me play Tiger Woods Golf until 12:30 am. Luckily, she witnessed my triumphant sudden-death overtime victory against Brad Faxon (Brad - if you're reading this, I still hate you). Just a warning to Hufepuf, Irf, and BFunk: BriGuy now has 100% power and putting. And white knee-highs.

Remember kids, there's a reason that judges wear robes and convicts should wear one-piece jumpsuits. Have a good Friday.

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