Oh, what excitement today! Gretchen and I were able to get out of the house for a little while, so we headed over to Culver's (home of the ButterBurger--don't ask) for some frozen custard. The sign in front said that Bucky would be there at 2:00. Now, any good Wisconsinite knows that Bucky is Bucky Badger (or Bucky THE Badger if you prefer), and Gretchen has a deep fondness for Bucky. Since it was already 2:45, we feared we were too late. But no! As we walked in, there was Bucky smack-dab in front of us. Gretchen wasn't about to play it cool--she just hollered out "Hey Bucky!" and gave him a high-five (I think she almost knocked over a couple of kids to get to him). I even got caught up in the moment and realised I was wearing a "BUCKY" t-shirt and lifted my sweatshirt to show him, which he really seemed to appreciate (how many people can say they've lifted their shirt for a giant badger at a frozen custard place in Middleton, Wisconsin?). It just doesn't get much better than that...