If You Go Down In The Woods Today.

Janet and I are headed up North to visit our parents tomorrow, and activity here will be sporradic/incomprehensible at best. I'll save you the lame excuses about how busy I've been, what the blood test results were, my kidnapping by harbor pirates - and just say that as we approach the 1 year anniversary of Pye In The Face, I am enjoying it more than ever. I will return from the homeland with a huge new gallery of funny photos, plenty of new writing material and no doubt some sort of outhouse-induced skin infection. Bear with me during my Chappelle-esque wilderness sebbatical. And someone please remember to feed Boss.