He's gone...

A moment of silenok that was good enough.

Banjo now joins his other Cadbury making brethren in the great rabbit paradise in the sky.

In his memory, I have crafted the following tribute.

To be sung to the immortal Barry Manilow's Mandy

Banjo

I remember all your life
You ran away and caused me strife
You'd scurry over here
You'd scurry over there
Running through the yard
Until I would catch you

And put you back into your cage
Trying to avoid my rage
Looking all around
I see a ton of poop.
I never realized
you made me so angry, oh Banjo

Well you came and you took without giving,
but I caught you again, oh Banjo
well you pooped and you peed for a living
But now you are dead, oh Banjo.

I'm trying hard to cope with this.
The poop and pee I will not miss.
Such a tradgic end
You deserved a better life
I would have killed you myself
If it wasn't for my wife, oh Banjo

Well you came and you took without giving,
but I caught you again, oh Banjo
well you pooped and you peed for a living
But now you are dead, oh Banjo.

I need a holiday...

I feel thin...like butter spread over too much toast.


Next week I and the rest of my tribe are outta here. Up to the Great North there hey.

Things I plan on doing:

Fishing
Swimming (including snorkeling)
Sleeping
Golfing

I was tempted to continue on with a larger list, but I don't want to confuse my plans to keep it simple. Oh, one more thing that I can add to the list, but it's more of an overall mandate rather than a specific activity: Make sure Heth has fun. That's my goal in life anyway. I know if you spent a weekend with me like my sister recently did, you would say I am a miserable failure at this. But from the way I look at it, I need to show continuous improvement in this area. If I excel at this too early in life, how am I going to show continuous improvement?

I kid.

More to come on this later.