I know good and well all of ya'll went fishing this weekend and caught way more than my measly 7 and can't wait to rub it in my face. And yet, here I sit waiting for the shoe to drop. The anticipation is killing me. Not only are ya'll mean to me, but you're making me wait for it. Which, is doubly bad.

I'm firing an email to Bo right now. Then ya'll will be sorry.

Wannabe...