Weep for the Day

Today I called my sister for the first time in a month. The occassion? The Croc Hunter died. Not that I needed an occassion to call Rachelle, but I'm a procrastinator, and I had to call her about this. I found out in the middle of work (thankfully, it was very slow at that point) and I went and hid in the pit to cry. Only Shell knows the depths of my love for all things Croc Hunter ~ she was the one who used to watch endless ephisodes with me, and together, we'd mock his accent, then copy it for the next few hours. She had just heard the news, too, and was about to call me...so we talked. I was grateful-- she didn't laugh. Then we talked about what kinds of drinks we liked...she likes coors light...I like a weird berry beer whose manufacturer I never remember...and i officially like jack and coke, tons better than cap'n morgan...
Take care, all, and don't tempt wild benches to eat you...they won't hesitate!

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