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holy smokes, I thought you were dead. or else tucked away in a cabin in Alberta under the blanket of the witness protection program. or traveling eastern Europe swallowing cocktail swords in a threepenny circus. good to see that at least two of those scenarios are untrue.

congrats on the nuptials! remember that nothing says "thank you all for each of our 83 slow-cookers" like an open bar.

I always had you down as a Hee Haw fan- probably that straw you always have in your mouth and the calluses on your banjo fingers.