A few years ago, I told you the story of getting a birthday present from Tiffany for Mrs. Crappy — and the subsequent discovery that carrying a bag from Tiffany through Ross Park Mall was the surest way to get noticed by women I had ever seen. Over the weekend, Mrs. Crappy discovered the male… Read More pied piper.
I wasn’t very nice today. It’s safe to say I’m feeling some pressure. At work. At home. Most days I handle it OK. Today, I had to walk away. Took a walk around the block. Took a drive — windows down, music loud — at lunchtime. Both things helped, but now, hours later, I still… Read More reminder.
Since I signed up for NaBloPoMo in November, I pimped my blog at Blogher, as you do. And as I have done in the past. In previous attempts, that’s usually meant a few extra followers and some welcome comments from folks I don’t know. That’s all been very cool — thriving communities grow, and I’m… Read More who are you people?
This is another Facebook meme, brought to you by my friend Jacob, who asked for an almost stream-of-consciousness list of ten books that have stuck with me over the years. Without much thought, here you go: Breakfast of Champions, Kurt Vonnegut: Sort of ties together nearly everything else Vonnegut wrote. And I’ve read them all.… Read More book ’em.
A few posts ago, I mentioned that I had starts on several additional posts. Many, if not most, of those were going to be about food. Which makes this week all that much more entertaining. On Sunday morning, I woke up at my folks’ house feeling a little uncomfortable. We helped them with a couple… Read More 22. the irony.
That’s a nice thing to wake up to.
Uncle Crappy 