Day 153: Wedesday, March 10, 2010: Your birthday wish was for a bigger cake.

I started the postal academy today, and things are much better.

No, really.

Stop laughing.

No, like, we have two other people in our class who are as desperate as me, and a lifer teaching us who is really cool, and reminds me exactly of my old high school science teacher, which immediately flashed the odor of formaldehyde up my nostrils like a packet of Peruvian marching powder back in the eighties, which spawmed another flashback that just compounded things even more, and here’s a picture of my friend’s musky:

The Alien Was Spawned in my Arm Pit!

He was bringing a perch up to the hole when this Musky CREATURE gulped the perch, and Ike brought in to the atmosphere with a six pound test line.  It measured 45 inches and he had to let it go because it was out of season.  This is a lake in Minnesota, and Ike (Ikola) was a childhood friend.  His dad is Williard Ikola, the winningest high school hockey coach in history, and an Olympic goalie from 1956, when they won the silver.  Cool, huh?  Like ice . . . .

Hope you liked my flashbacks!  Let’s open up a frog!