Atop the refrigerator was the safest place to be tonight...it was a little tense in the shop as shooter tests got a bit jammed up....I was berry nervous that perhaps the pressure cooker known as build season would blow its top. Afterall, there are just two weeks, and at the time of this writing, two hours and 10 minutes until bag and tag. I know they're worrying a bit, and while I didn't have a fridge on which to sit last season (thanks Karen and Ben for my new perch), I was here, and I can tell you that we were no where near in this good shape. I understand there's equipment being fine tuned and tomorrow should jell together nicely. In the meantime, marketing, which always is a cheery place, was fast at work making key chains for competition. They giggle a lot there and that makes me berry happy. Night all.