If you ever want a big huge cold glass of beer [bud light, coors light or miller light] you should go to Old Jody's. Marylin, Ann, Pat, Amanda, Katy and I headed over to Old Jody's for some chicken fried steak, fried pickles and burgers last night and of course we had to have the giant beer. Ann is a blur and Katy has beaver teeth. When you go, be sure to sit in "StraitLand". Its an entire section devoted to good old George Strait. Last time we were there I tried to play some classics on the jukebox, but we never heard them play our songs.

On the way home from Katy and Pat's last night, I saw three opossums walking in a line down the road. It was pretty weird. They were playing follow the leader down Canyon Creek Drive. When I got home, I looked up some stuff on wikipedia.com about them.

"When threatened or harmed, they will "play possum", mimicking the appearance and smell of a sick or dead animal. The lips are drawn back, teeth are bared, saliva foams around the mouth, and a foul-smelling fluid is secreted from the anal glands. The physiological response is involuntary, rather than a conscious act. Their stiff, curled form can be prodded, turned over, and even carried away. Many injured opossums have been killed by well-meaning people who find a catatonic animal and assume the worst. The best thing to do upon finding an injured or apparently dead opossum is to leave it in a quiet place with a clear exit path. In minutes or hours, the animal will regain consciousness and escape quietly on its own."