I admit I'm a simaholic. That's step one right?
Step two; continue being a simaholic. And so forth.
It appears I am the last hold out in the building. So I am outta' here. Time to get festivalized. First I have to shovel and blow snow so I can do it again Friday. Damn it!
Then meet up with the boys to hoist a few and a schanapps or two, and relate on how our last hunting season went. All is good!
