Monday, December 4, 2006

We had a poor start to the week as Kevo did not make it to work. He called up at the ungodly hour of 6:15 in the morning to say that he was not feeling well. Then he launched into a ten minute soliloquy of the various ailments that had been affecting his body this weekend. I will spare you the retelling of such dire things, as anyone but those with a sufficiently strong gut could handle such stories without throwing up themselves. We think that he is faking and is just donig Christmas shopping, but since we are first on his list, we cannot complain too much.