Date line February 2, 2009, 0530 hours, the 33rd day of the year. And low and behold a sense of slobbering warmth occurs upon my forehead when suddenly I am clubbed then practically have my lips ripped off my face. I tell Mrs F not now, I haven't had my coffee yet. Then it strikes me, literally, that a message is being sent to me from the mentally challenged one. Sadie Mae. She's telling me to get my happy azz outa bed. I am going out today and purchase a helmet to include a full face shield.
