Well, not too much foolishness happened this week.  Again, a double-edged sword, as this means less annoyance for The Nick but less for him to write about.  I honestly think my worst fear is to someday be rich, famous, have an easy life, and constantly be surrounded by like-minded geniuses who think The Nick is great.  Yeah, that'd be great... but what would I put on my page?
 

   Anyway, I'm giving myself the award.  Mostly because I keep dropping things at work.  First, grease on myself.  That hurt.  Then grease all over the floor.  That was annoying.  Then beat up eggs all over french fries.  Linda loved that.  Then mustard all over the basement floor and all over myself.  And countless cups and cones.  I think I ruined my hand or nervous system because I can't get a good grip on anything all of a sudden.

   Well, stay tuned.  I think we have some heavy competition in line this week.  I definitely won't be here again.