Monday, August 18th: No Pick Today

I've been drinking margaritas all morning and I don't think today is the day for a good pick.

It's that ebb and flow that keeps me going you know. To take it too seriously is too difficult. 

I have to be loose and I love my goose.  Whitey.  That's my baby, and that's a true story.  Whitey was a white goose that I used to hang around with in Florida.  She always came around to take care of me.  All the other ducks and geese loved her too, she was a great bird.

Anyways, I'm taking the day off.  Back to the picks tomorrow.