In an apparent preemptive strike Busa sends a rather large box and tries to put the dawg down.
This is not my first rodeo so I ask the wife to do me a favor and open the box while I run out to the dawg house to get something.
Man, I am really going to miss her.
So the smoke clears and after spending the next several hours fetching sticks (damn instincts) I am able to total up the damages.
31 smokes (including several refugees), 3 beers, hot sauce, key chain, a condom – not much good now that the Mrs. is gone (or is it).
Thank you very much, it is greatly appreciated.
However, I will not be deterred.