Here: I just got back from a bike ride around my new neighborhood, my first of the — should I say it? — spring. Yeah, let’s go ahead and call it spring. I think it’s going to snow on us one more time, but yesterday and today are enough to make me forget about skiing.… Read More getting warmer.
I could be wrong, but my season may be done.
@ The first-ever Mrs. Crappy Weekend was an unqualified success. We had a relaxing Sunday, the highlight of which was a nice breakfast at First Watch in Cranberry with Woy and (surprise!) Father Spoon. And then there was napping and work (for me) and leisurely shopping (for Mrs. Crappy). She was more than sufficiently cheered… Read More success.
When the guys who own the Penn Brewery announced last year that they were looking for a new home for the restaurant — and shipping off their brewing duties to the Lion Brewery in Wilkes-Barre — my gut feeling was that we’d never see Penn brewed in Pittsburgh again. I am very happy to say… Read More staying home.
Mrs. Crappy Weekend, so far: 1) Eighth-row seats to see Wilco in Athens in April. 2) Dinner at D’s (her choice — honest!). 3) A fun evening at AA’s Living Room. Always a good time. 4) A very productive day at the home and garden show — a good thing, since we now own a… Read More a good start.
WHEREAS, Mrs. Crappy, the wife of the proprietor of this blog, has had a kind of miserable week; and WHEREAS, Mrs. Crappy was forced to endure the destruction of her family homestead by fire on Sunday night; and WHEREAS, Mrs. Crappy was screwed out of attending a concert by Dark Star Orchestra on Tuesday because… Read More proclamation.
Uncle Crappy 