I’m just waiting. Waiting for word from the semi-closed elementary school my son’s Little League plays to determine if the third possible outcome for baseball is in play. You know its either: You win You lose It rains So until then, I’ll look up a few Mexican links....
*phone buzzes on the nightstand.* ”0142. No, I don’t care. I am not answering.” I mumbled. I waited for the telltale tone the call went to voicemail. No tone. *phone buzzes on the nightstand* ”0148. No.” Still no tone. *phone buzzes on the nightstand* “Screw...
You know… …when you’re the guy that’s supposed to talk to the state, and you don’t much like the state… …when people that should’ve got started on something weeks ago ask you to grovel to the state… …whatever, none of these idiots were getting a Christmas card...
Came across a fun map of places in the US that get bagged on by people in their own state. Just poking fun, as I have no ill-will for any of the towns identified in the five states I’ve lived. Although I get why people hate Pueblo. Its the origin of “the slopper”....
My local Kroger must have overestimated the number of Irish in my neighborhood, because they are selling those packaged corned beef briskets for $3.50/lbs. Can’t wait until they have to mark them down next week. So Playa Manhattan said to make one into a pastrami,...
