By the way Peter, my partner called out sick with the stomache flu thingy. Same thing I had days prior. Sick as a dog. Didn't think standing on a rocking boat 15 miles from the closest bathroom was a good idea. So we never launched.
"Love is like a snowmobile racing across the tundra then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come." Matt Groening, Life In Hell
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