Meet Charlie. Charlie, meet the internet. I don’t think either one of us walked into the Animal Rescue League’s shelter on Saturday with the notion that we’d be adopting a cat. Sure, it’s been months since Miles died, and I was feeling like it was time for a new cat in the house … and… Read More 8. mister charlie.
I found a cool old bow tie at the Pittsburgh Vintage Mixer this morning. I had tamales for lunch. We bought our first East End Brewing crowlers. Oh. We adopted a cat. There will be pix and stuff when we bring him home tomorrow.
I used to do this as a matter of course. But it’s been years since I’ve regularly written stuff here, much less successfully completed a National Blog Posting Month month. I’m not sure why I’ve neglected a tool that I used to appreciate so much — perhaps it’s because my jobs came to too closely resemble… Read More 1. hey.
This photograph was enough to convince Mrs. Crappy and me to drive from Butler to the Humane Society shelter in Indiana County on Thanksgiving weekend in 2000, with the notion that we’d have a cat in our home for the first time since Cash died a year before. And as it turned out, that one… Read More fourteen years.
Looking forward to a taste of the juice of the barley after work tonight.
All I really wanted to do on Sunday was cut the grass and haul the summer furniture out of the garage, clean it up and spend the rest of the afternoon lounging on the front porch. As we discussed yesterday, those plans were changed. I took a day off today to get all those things… Read More johnny (part two).
Uncle Crappy 