We take our tailgating pretty seriously. On home game weekends during the fall, we spend a lot of time planning, preparing and executing some pretty impressive spreads, whether we’re sprinting (getting ready for a noon game) or executing an all-day deal (a night game, usually with two complete meals). With the help of a good… Read More 28. tailgating tales.
I am an idiot. Exhibit No. 1: Tinkering with the blog at 3 a.m. Someone please tell me to go to bed.
WordPress says I’ve put up 25 posts — this would be the 26th — so far in June. The calendar says its June 27. I need a couple days of double posts to make sure I’m sort of NaBloPoMo compliant. I’m still not certain exactly what entails “NaBloPoMo compliance.” I may let you guys decide… Read More 26. almost-end-of-the-month bullets.
So when Mrs. Crappy suggested that we take a bike ride down to the North Shore Trail this morning, I said “Sure!” while I thought that the hottest day of the year so far might not actually be the best time to ride down to the trail instead of driving to the parking lot just… Read More we didn’t die.
Getting out of the hammock is difficult, and my drink is waaaay over there.
So the repair guy didn’t show up this morning, apparently because the customer service rep I spoke with told me “Wednesday” when what she meant to say was “Thursday.” If the guy shows up on Thursday he’s going to have a rough time because no one will be there to let him in except the… Read More barelytimetowait.
Uncle Crappy 