For rent: Two apparently kick-ass babysitters. Must be able to drink while working. As is my custom, I worked myself into a nervous frenzy over what turned out to be nothing, vis a vis the babysitting gig for The Wife and me on Saturday night. To recap: We headed to Canton and the home of… Read More babies, sat.
It just occured to me that college football season starts in 43 days. And I thought you should know.
As I said a loooong time ago, I’m not the only Uncle Crappy on the internets. I am the biggest, apparently, because my shit comes up before anyone else’s while Googling other Uncle Crappys. But I’m not the only one out there, so in the interest of establishing my authenticity, I offer this guide to… Read More say uncle.
Phil was hot. Our apartment, as of today, is not. An exceptional weekend in Columbus was highlighted by two things: the Phil and Friends show at Lifestyle Communities Pavilion in the Arena District, and a full day of hanging out with our nephews and niece at the original Uncle Crappy homestead. I’ve said this before:… Read More hot. damn hot.
Almost immediately upon moving to Pittsburgh 11 years ago, I began noticing a peculiar thing that happened to me nearly every time I was stopped at a traffic light. There would be a person in the left-turn lane facing me. The light would change, and the driver in the left-turn lane would try to charge… Read More left turn, clyde.
It’s amazing what a shot of music can do for me. Uncle Crappy’s ass had been dragging for the last couple of weeks, boys and girls, with a brief and welcome respite provided by Fred and Ethel’s visit to Pittsburgh last weekend. That part was outstanding — a fruitful trip to the Three Rivers Arts… Read More still need moe.
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