The time has come, our bags are packed. It belongs to them, let's give it back.....oh, wait a minute...you want me to live without internet and my northface wardrobe? No starbucks? Mom and Dad's heated and air condition dwelling is also denied me then? Nevermind.
Time for the annual observation of the continued transformation of Brian Ferentz into Fred Flintstone. It's like Jeff Goldblum in the Fly.....It's accelerating. He'll be screaming yabba dabba doo when he chest bumps a referree at Jack Trice when down 35-3 in about a month.
Time for my neighbor to walk down the lane for the first of five strolls for the day and, thus, time for my dogs to go absolutely bonkers barking for the first of five times.