In the last post I said of Dave,

” Funny thing is, despite his puppy-like devotion, he remained incredibly cocky. He literally swaggered. He was quite possibly the most self-assured person I’d ever met.”

I feel compelled to tell you what he said upon reading that post (and leaving an actual comment, be still my shell-shocked heart).

Without a hint of humor, I swear, he said, and I quote (hence the quotation marks), “I predict that entry will get you more comments than anything you’ve ever written before.”

TOLD YA.

Oh, and on a completely unrelated note: Just in case you think we don’t know how to get down out here in BFE *, here’s some photographic evidence for you on this fine, frigid Sunday morning. You’ll have to pipe in Snoop Dogg’s “Drop it like it’s hawt” in your imagination, but I think you get the idea. Peace out.

* Dad: BFE, like BFH, is another one of those popular idioms favored by the Crazy Kids These Days. It’s similar to “Big Fucking Hammer”, but has more to do with living in the boonies, and a country in northeast Africa. Call me if you still don’t get it, I know how important these things are to you.

*** That yummy creature watching Emma is my BFF’s kiddo. To protect her anonymity I would not have said anything at all, except I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to say BFH, BFE, and BFF all in one post. You understand.