6,934 e-mails.

We've been gone for 6 months. When we return I have an error message saying that my mail server is full and mail is being returned to sender.

You'd think these folks would get the message.

It makes me want to hack a bullet and send it back to them.

Lots of subject lines are filled with comments like "in regard to your inquiry last week ...."

Baloney!

Krl and are are fighting a stomach bug. We have different methods of dealing with it. My personal favorite is spicy hopped up mexican food with plenty of jalepenos. Ie:.... you just think you feel bad. This is how bad it could get.

Krl is cleaning closets. Lrn is getting ready for a huge garage sale which will benefit the AHS cheerleaders. Krl is too small to wear most of her clothes, I am to big to wear most of mine. Maybe we should trade. Bodies that is. I am donating a pair of full quill ostrich boots. These were a gift several years ago. The box says $700+. I have worn them less than a dozen times. They have a riding heel instead of a walking heel and they have just never been comfortable. These were a gift from the rogue equipment dealer who helped to take down the family business. I wish I had stepped in manure with them, I would send them back to the giver. They probably wouldn't appreciate it though, they have an endless supply of ....... manure.

I didn't do anything yesterday! Except get out of the house late to go get ..... mexican food.

I continue to comprise my list of things to do. I am also putting together a list of things I want to do and probably more importantly a list of things I don't want to do.

The main thing I don't want to do is spend money, which is somewhat easier since I don't have any.

My goal for the week is to finish the first quarter reporting. Workforce, 941, 940, and Accident insurance. Actually all of the reports feed off the same info and if I can get organized enough to find that disc.......... it will be a piece of cake.

Of course I still have lots of physical labor I can do. Currently this is therapeutic. It just amazes me how no one ever does anything and yet equipment always has things that need fixing. I am also finding that one former employee who thought he was a master mechanic was a whiz at southern engineering. Give him a roll of tape, a bottle of glue and a can of paint and he could put a smiley face on the world. Two days this past week have been dedicated to undoing what he did.

Friday, and all eyes are on the clock.

Be the real deal.

FATHER, I need a lot of help here.