Thank all of you who posted with the things that you’re Not Gonna Miss as well! It’s been delightful knowing you all, and I’m sure we’ll all have Great Fun once we’re caught up in a few hours. Unless, you know, this becomes another damn Prophecy about the End of the World that turns out to be wrong…
Countdown to the Rapture: I’m Not Gonna Miss watching the Chicago Cubs blow the pennant every damn year, call the Rapture tomorrow. Because Harry Caray is waiting for us all in Heaven: “Cubs win! Holy Cow!”
Countdown to the Rapture: Because I’m Not Gonna Miss Celebrities who can’t handle celebrity, call the Rapture on May 21st. And please, take Charlie Sheen first, OK?
Countdown to the Rapture: So please Lord, because I’m Not Gonna Miss watching my weight – call the Rapture on May 21st. And have the grill fired up – let’s cook the golden Ox!
Countdown to the Rapture: So please Lord, because I’m Not Gonna Miss your more vocal, vehement, violent followers – call the Rapture on May 21st. My buddy Stephen Hawking and I will expect our 72 virgins when we arrive.