Today kind of sucked. We couldn’t celebrate The Wife’s birthday, because she was stuck at work well into the evening.


And I didn’t feel so hot anyway.


But as always, good medicine helps. And we’ll try to get a proper birthday celebration accomplished in a day or two.

29. ouch.


Another season, another successful YinzTeam sporting venture.

And another reason to eat Advil like they were M&Ms.

I actually felt pretty good upon completion of the first-annual YinzTeam Turkey Bowl, a flackle football game held Saturday at Bellevue Memorial Park. I caught one touchdown pass, made another reception, defended a pass intended for Papuga (this may or may not have involved what technically could be called “pass interference”), and was in on a couple of other stops.

I also suffered under the delusion — just once, mind you — that I could pressure Woy while he was playing quarterback. I didn’t know — until that very play — that Woy could also run like Barry Sanders. Ahem.

Want some additional photographic evidence? Check Jennie’s Flickr set; I’m the fat old guy.

A bunch of the players headed back to the new house for samples of The Wife’s excellent chili and tortellini soup and some Keystone.

And then we died.

No, not really. That’ll come tomorrow morning.

26. ready.


Mom and Dad thought the living room looks nice.


We’ve started with preparations for Thanksgiving dinner.


We might have even had a drink or two.

Things are good. See y’all tomorrow.

15. full.


While having our regular debate about what to eat and where (“What are you hungry for?” “I dunno, anything…”), The Wife came up with a startlingly quick decision today: Ye Allegheny Sandwich Shoppe, on Western Avenue in the North Side.

And I can tell you this: If you’re ever in the mood for a roast beef sandwich with horseradish sauce, this is where you should go.