I just have one question for you, Olga.  Does the word “splat” mean anything to you?

I’m glad there was visual evidence of this, because I had a hard time believing my little sister would do this.  Wow.  Gotta give you props, Olga.  I’m glad you made it down in one piece.

Surprisingly, skydiving is actually on my to-do list.  Right between finding a cure for hickups and testing a beef-flavored sunscreen in shark infested waters.

-Dave Q.

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  • I think the things you remember most are the little things, like that little space guy I kept tied up down in the basement. That little guy was only about five inches tall! He used to beg me to untie his rope, but I knew he'd just run away if I did. I think the cat finally got him, but the cat had little burn marks on him, from where the space guy shot him with his little gun, before his ammo ran out. I remember things like that.