Hey Papa Lou.
One of your sheep learned how to use your phone and prank called me the other day....left me a voice mail.
All it said was, "Baaaaa...baaaa....baaaaaa.....baaaaa." but the message was as clear as if Lassy had been barking into the phone. :tongue:
"Timmy, come help! Papa Lou is chasing me around with the grease gun and air tools again!"
I drove by your shop that afternoon around 2:30 and the Lightning was sitting there looking.....ssssssllllloooooowwwwwww....
but the shop door was rolled down, so I figured it was too late. I didn't want to open the door at an inopportune moment and get grease gunned in my eye.
before I could yell, "Sweet baby Jesus! Will ya cover yourself!"
:biggrin:
Sorry man....I shoulda stopped and knocked, but had to get some where else.
I owe you a visit and will make some time soon.
I'm just scared to knock when the door is down...