Sure, I’ve posted a couple times since I completely punted National Blog Posting Month, but there’s been a bunch of stuff I missed in the meantime. So: A) Bullet post. B) Completely ignoring the fact that I punted National Blog Posting Month, especially now that we’re seven days into December C) QUIT ROLLING YOUR EYES… Read More a month.
If you and I have: Had a beer Watched hockey Attended a tailgate party Cooked for each other Jumped in the Mon Gotten sloppy over sangria Gone out for dinner Raved about music Choked down a 649 Traded soup Met for lunch Sat around a campfire Seen a concert Talked on Twitter, by text or… Read More you. yes, you.
We’re a day away from another home football game, and I have my regular football partner with me tomorrow. That wasn’t the case a week ago, but it worked out pretty well anyway. I’m always a little out of sorts when Mrs. Crappy can’t come to a game. She’s been my partner in Ohio Stadium… Read More 4. father’s day.
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I had the pleasure of spending Birthday Eve at Bocktown Monaca with Chris and John. We hadn’t really set out to do a birthday kind of anything; rather, we had tried to find an occasion to open this: That’s a 2009 Dark Lord from Three Floyds. Chris mentioned offhand a while back that she had… Read More 11. happy…
Uncle Crappy 