Yea', and though I may walk in the shadow of the Jelly of Death... I will get through to the other side and miraculously, my effing taxes will be done.

I was conversing with my father today.
"Why didn't you have a fourth child who grew up to be an accountant?" I asked. "You have (for your three offspring), an animator, a librarian, and a coffee roaster."
My father said he would rather have had a dentist child, than an accountant child.
We mused as to the oddities of life, evolution, that sort of thing.
And it was good.
:)

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Additional -
Regards to the 28th of May, 2004.
Rest in Peace, the head of the Cameron Clan, Colonel Sir Donald Hamish Cameron, "Lochiel".
Slainté.