'Twas the night after thursday # 138
And the Bartender's tired,
His patrons are up late.


Whew! Santa's done with his shopping (Never trust that everything you ordered is IN the box)

Lady's passed out on the couch. (I think she's finally getting used to Mario, and vice versa)

T+P, good luck with the trip, I should have piped up earlier about the Hydraulic fluid viscosity, but Phred beat me to it. Hopefully everything's in order, driving back in the tracker would be a big disappointment.

Zippy, I'd mail you a box of snow, but it would be melted by the time it got to you!