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When Bryan, who sent me the cool meme last month (yeah, I sent it to you which ain’t my style but I did it do to my own personal bravery and courage because I know most Tennesseans aren’t hip on the memes but I liked this one and dammit, I mean it this time), I was somewhat forlorn that he hadn’t been blogging during the holiday break but when I read lines like this when he came back, I just want to grin until my teeth fall out.

At the current level – ’severe’ – I shall run around screaming. At the highest level – ‘critical’ – I shall put a brown paper bag over my head and dive under a table. At the lowest – ‘low’ – I shall just gnaw my fingernails. Of course, the reality is that these alerts are of no use whatsoever to you and I.

A collective sigh. The man gets it.

You will never know how much I dig Bryan Appleyard and when I win the lottery, I’m buying him a pint.

Or two.  Me, I’m having three because it’s just darn good beer over the pond.