Hey guys, happy Monday, or Tuesday it is now. I wanted to give you a quick update because we was over at, uh, Third Church of Christ this afternoon getting our hereditary photo taken and poor Baz didn't get too good. We put on his nice shirt, little one with little boats on it. He loves those boats. That shirt's probably going on three years old, probably, as long as he's been a part of the family. Anyways, Peggy got him all powdered up because he's been getting oily ever since his throat situation, and right after the lady said, everybody smile, poor Baz sneezed and popped a heart on and his, oh, well, his scrotum pops off. We're fairly concerned about him and, well, the church is fairly concerned about him, and they think he has an apology, and Peggy and I don't think it's rightfully so. We believe that he's got every right to keep his own parts private. Oh, Pastor McWillie was going on and on about he needs to come back for confession penance. I swear he dropped a couple of F-bombs in there, but it could have been the whiskey talking that we, we slopped over at Pirates of the Caribbean Bar and Grill before the episode, which is what inspired Baz to go back and get the boat shirt because he had forgotten he had it. Anyways, turns out Baz isn't going to be here next year anyways, as he's moving over to Zambezi Bay with his new wife, Cubble Dough. Peggy and I are kind of, uh, had it up to here, but I don't know what I'd do if, if Baz was gone. I mean, the podcast would have to, well, we'd have to call it something else. My wife, Peggy, or something. Anyways, give us a call with your thoughts and a couple of prayers for Baz, and pop one in there for Peggy too, and if you get an opportunity this week, just pop us in there for a couple of your playwright scenarios, your, uh, cooking dinner, want to introduce the pod blast to some of your friends and children or what have you. Throw us on the television. Do take care. It would be good to hear from you all.