I was arther achy breaky as I spent most of the day running around like a chicken with it's pants on fire collecting grocery carts at work. I actually listened to some of the neighbors shoot offFireworks and talked to ffriends on Skype last night. That's was my July 4th. And because of it I can say that I'm still in one piece. 236 years old. We may be young by some standards, but at least we've figured out how to do some things right.
