Juggling

Well, here we go again. Deer season. And we all know what that means, don't we?

Yup. It means every single person in the state who is in possession of a rifle and at least one eye is going to be standing out in the woods from sunup to sundown taking pot shots at anything that moves and looks even remotely like a deer.

And after sundown they will be drinking anything with a neck on it.

Think about that for just a second.

Gave you a little chill, didn't it?

And since it's deer season that means that we will be running with less staff on hand than usual. And that really sucks.

They've already cut our staffing quite a bit with their little shenanigans last year and now a quarter of our staff is going to be out in the woods alternately drinking and shooting at things for the next two weeks.

We are all hoping that they will keep those two activities as separate from each other as possible. We don't want to come in and find the major tied to somebody's bumper.

Well...... No. We don't. That would be bad.

Anyway.

So we'll be running a bit short staffed here for a bit. Pulling down the yards and the houses to what we absolutely can't live without.

It makes shift a little difficult at times, being so short handed.

But we will survive. And hopefully all of our intrepid hunters will survive and return victorious. I like deer meat, too. I just don't much care for hunting. I'm hoping for lots of deer sausage and deer chili in the future.

So, looking at the list I see that tomorrow is Button Day. I have absolutely no idea what that means. Like a button on your shirt? Or the big red button marked "Do Not Push"?

Because you know some nimrod will push the damn thing, anyway.

Let's save that for another day, shall we?

And by the way.... Here's a private message for St. Francis: It wasn't me mumbling on the radio and you can blow it out your pie hole, weenie boy!