...if you were one of the (apparently multiple) people who received a text message from me last night which in any way made reference to:
1. Forklift boobs.
2. The weather conditions having any sort of relation to "The urine of the damned after a sixer of Bud."
On that (disturbing) note, I'm on vacation, and therefore not in my proper frame of mind...see y'all next week!