Playing Hookey

I'm fast approaching the 100th blog entry. I've been trying to figure out something special for you folks as way of celebration. But, then, this week has just been a tad crazy. I'm sure Uncle Rico is going to give me grief for being lax in my duties and not posting everyday this week. (I think we might have a slight addiction problem with Uncle Rico. Perhaps our 100th posting should be an intervention?)

Anyway, Tuesday I escaped the office and the Phenom and I went to spend the day playing with The Child. Lots of fun - but boy, does the Child have tons of energy. I'm sure folks who are training for marathons or Iron Man competitions would benefit from a day with the Child.

In the interest of NOT having my career and personal accomplishments destroyed like Barry Bonds, I have a confession to make. For several years now, I've been on the juice. I cannot claim innocence or ignorance. I knew what I was doing. So, now, I'm trying to give up the 'roids. I have to tell you - it's much harder than I thought. The sensible thing would be to just flush those lovely little pills down the john, but I can't. They give me energy - they eliminate those nagging little aches and pains. I can push my self to do more, to be more. But, they also have their toll. I've been giving more drivers the "finger" lately. I've pounded my fists on my chest and screamed more lately (let me tell you - it's a tad frightening to the villagers to see this in the aisles of massive mart. And, it means more people have noticed that there is a rather large monkey in their midsts - and that isn't in keeping with my low profile.) And, most importantly, they are causing me to puff up a bit -- and there is nothing more frightening than a large monkey that bears an uncanny resemblance to Jerry Lewis having a temper tantrum. So, for my continued safety, my own vanity, and the safety of others, I have decided to make a full disclosure and give the steroids up. Whew!