Friday, July 25, 2008
I'm gonna eat you up, nom, nom, nom...
Well kidlins, I'm off to fly the friendly skies and give the Pacific Northwest a full-frontal assault. I figured I'd post before the Valium kicks in and I start drooling and mumbling about monkeys.
If the house we're staying at has in-ter-net, you'll hear about it before next Friday. If not, you'll have to use your imagination.
Imagine me wrestling a bear.
Or maybe imagine me yodeling and mountain climbing with a guy named Buck McSalmon while wearing jaunty lederhosen.
Or maybe you can imagine me and Fraiser Crane discussing the finer nuances of this year's batch of Cabernet beside a roaring fire in his swanky high-rise pad with a view of the Space Needle.
Or you could, more accurately, imagine me eating everything in my path between Seattle and Portland with the ferocity of a pre-hibernation Grizzly. Keep your kids outta my way, I tells 'ya- nothing even remotely edible is safe.
So, don't think of this as goodbye- think of it as farewell until Oregon kicks me out and takes a restraining order out against me. A week sounds about right.
Happy Friday, my smoked salmon nuggets coated in bear meat and dipped in Tilamook cheddar fondue.