Day #56 - 12/09/97 - 7:50PM

Good news! Jay and I are in conversation with a PD at a Country station in a decent market! So, listen Y'ALL....I'll keep ya posted! Personally, I'm completely qualified because I got TWO (count 'em, TWO pair of cowboy boots...!)

Bad news: I can't wrap a Christmas gift to save my butt. I went shopping today. (Hint: if you're ever unemployed and you have to buy gifts, start at Wal-Mart.) Actually, for a guy, Wal-Mart is "the bomb". (That means good, according to my 14 year-old.) Wal-Mart is the perfect place for a man because you can go to ONE PLACE and find something for everyone. No gathering, just hunting. You wanna' gather? Go to the Mall, you wuss. As for me, I hunt my gifts.

(In my best caveman voice:) "Me aim arrow at big building Sam Walton built and bring home gift."

PATHETIC. This only way I can describe how I wrap stuff. Observe the gift I bought for Jay's wife, Betty. It's actually nice, but you wouldn't know it from how I wrapped it. You'll notice a BLOTCH of paper is missing. I can't judge paper size to save my butt.

I know, I know....it's not even Christmas paper. I'm so embarassed I have to go now.