Well, it's freakin' May. It snuck up on me. No wonder, I just took a five-day-weekend. I have 187 lazy bones. My kid brother, no the other one, probably knows how many bones I actually have, he's the intellectual in the family. If by intellectual I mean SCIENTIST, which I do.
So, May. I turn thirty in thirty days, give or take a week and a bit. But my goal is to get 30 WELL-WRITTEN posts up on this bleeatch before the big day. So, like, this one doesn't count.