My mom musta dropped me on my head

JohnW63 said:

"Do you polish his shell?"

If we did, my wife said we would have to use...wait for it...Turtle Wax.

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I didn't even see that one coming, John! Awesome!

Opsimath said:

She's never admitted it, but I can do some pretty unwise things so I'm suspicious of the reason.

I just spent 1 1/2 hours mowing grass with a push mower (at least it has a self propel lever) in a heat index of 105. I was getting kinda hot but wanted to finish "this spot" and then "that spot". If the battery hadn't run out I probably wouldn't have stopped even though at that point I was starting to not feel well.

What makes even less sense is that is exactly the kind of thing I would tell anyone else not to try to do. I will say, though, I knew it was hot but didn't know the temp was that high until after I got inside and checked it online, while I ate my freezer pop. (They really can help cool off pretty fast.)

Yep, she musta dropped me on my head.

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It's tough. In 2008, I played two sets in 115º heat at the High Sierra Festival mid-day. It was brutal, but a stage hand was draping frozen towels around my neck every 20 minutes or so, which helped. What added insult to injury is that they housed us in a stable, which still had some of its previous inhabitants' output on the dirt floor. However, it was really fun to play in front of 10s of thousands of people.

A week later, a horrendous attack of gallstones occurred and I'm so glad it didn't happen at High Sierra. I had surgery and went back on the road a week later, which was the tour from hell and involved a heat wave in the Southeast, storms in upper Minnesota, followed by being hit by the confluence of a Gulf hurricane and a Pacific Northwest storm over La Crosse, WI, while we were supposed to play our keyboard player's brother's wedding reception and it quickly became clear that it wasn't going to happen, so I fled the drunks and ended up caught between massive mudslides and spending the night in a house full of insane people, include a 6' 4" guy covered in tattoos named Butcher. There are obviously far more crazy details (we wrote a song about it), but it gave me a good dose of PTSD and 6 weeks later, I took the LSATs and started my journey to law school at age 50.

Cynthia,
"Will the beak grow back?"

I don't think so. I was worried that he wouldn't be able to eat as well because they bite off chunks of stuff with the hard edge of their beak, but he just leaves grooves as he bites now, but seems to get enough grass and weeds and what ever he finds.