In light of the events of my last entry - I have filed a first class action law suit against myself for 18.5 Million Trillion Dollars!  Of all the get rich quick schemes out there, I bet this is gunna be a winner! YEAH BUDDY! I'd be rollin in the green when I get all that muney from myself.  Uhm.., I'm just curious as to how I'm gunna raise that kind of money to pay myself.

Maybe some of you can have a charity concert on my behalf, because I'm pretty certain I'm gunna be pretty ruthless in expecting all that cool green from myself.  Sometimes it just sucks to be me.  Heck, maybe some topless car washes will help, even.  Naw - I guess not.  No one wants to see Herb, Myself and the rest of us geriatrics going around without our shirts.  It would be like going to Sea World to watch Shamu's babies beach them selves.  ACK! This fund raising stuff ain't gunna be easy.  Maybe I should just drop the law suit and save myself some headaches.

Well anywho - I called Daughter today.  She didn't like what I called er and hung up, so I had to call her back agin.  Touchy, touchy, touchy.

No grand-kiddling today.  It seems she goes to see the doctor tomorrow to see if said doctor wants to induce labor.  I still say putting her to work at the hospital to pay off the bill is a bit much given her delicate condition.  Inducing labor indeed.

Anyways - long story short - I had daughter place the phone on her belly (I'm serious) and I told Job.., "Look kid.  Do this for your Gampa who loves ya. You are arriving tonight, ya little snot. Got that!?." 

SO - I am fully expecting Job to make his debut TONIGHT!  So write it down.  Job and I have an understanding on this. He WILL arrive tonight.  There is NO room for doubt.  Unless of course he doesn't in which case - eventually he has to show himself. After all, I know where he lives.