I want a minivan. I wrote Scott an e-mail last night with lots of other information, but that confession was my closing. Here's his reply...
"There was a bunch of stuff that I was going to reply to, but then you said minivan and I threw up in my mouth a little bit. I'll tell you what, as soon as you collect my life insurance you can get whatever minivan you want. I'll have to write more later...once my head stops spinning and I can collect my thoughts."
So I think I hear him saying, "Over my dead body." Right?
