Alert.

What are you doing right now? Well what? I don't care what it is because I know what you should be doing. Your eyelids should not be ajar. Your knees should be in the bent position. Whatever your religion may be get your prayer rugs, your rosary beads, your lucky rabbit foot, and pray your guts out for the man we all know and love, my mate G lover. He is taking boards right this second. Right now. Yes, now. So if you're chewing a tuna sandwich, shame on you. Stop chewing. Start fasting. I think I am theraputically writing because I can't see him and so this is my way of coping. If you're at the grocery store, feel free to kneel down on the pet food aisle (there should be less people there). If you're at work, take it off. This is a big day. Send up whatever faith you have. I know he'll do amazing and I'm just missing him so the fetus and I thought we would write. We also love all of you like crazy. We're going on a romantic getaway to Rupert Idaho this weekend to celebrate the presidents if any of you would like to join us. Just call and put in your reservations because we're filling up fast. All right. We (as in the child and I) are signing off with deep Seibold love for all the optical nerves that are reading this.