Reading Burgh Baby’s account of the traumatic loss of a Dora sock and recent developments at home have prompted me to offer a confession here — I still have a bumma. Or a blankie. Or whatever they’re called in your house. I was really attached to me bumma as a kid — in fact, I… Read More bummer.
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… Read More 29. ouch.
It’s a little after 5 p.m., and I’m about to have a Thanksgiving dinner that can’t be beat. I hope your Thanksgiving was as nice as ours.
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.
And that, boys and girls, is a fucking Thanksgiving Miracle. Thanks to The Wife, who’s done an awful lot of work in the last two days. And Miles? He’s good with it.
Mom and Dad arrive Wednesday afternoon. This is what the living room looks like right now. Yeesh. I think I’m going to bed.
Uncle Crappy 