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.
I’ve done this before. I’ll probably do it again. Sorry. Dueling pianos? Maybe a little cheesy But V Rock had fun. Papuga’s splitting Yinz Team’s loss; Baltimore’s gain Alert Johns Hopkins. Old vacuum is dead New bagless model is awesome Eew. Look at the grunge. Dill pickle Pringles? Actually not too bad. But: I want… Read More summary III.
1. Getting ready to go to bed in your new house and realizing that you not only can find all the light switches you need, but that you know what each switch is for.
Since the inception of Uncle Crappy, I’ve insisted on calling my lovely wife The Wife. There’s more detail here, but the basic reason was that I knew she would loathe the name and find it immensely amusing all at once. While we’ve gotten a lot of lot of mileage from the name over the years… Read More promotion.
I’ve been tagged for this over and over and over, so it’s a little hard to ignore. I am, however, ignoring most of the rules: Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be… Read More twenty five.
There is good reason to believe that the smartest person in our house is the one who isn’t actually a person. When he’s not begging us to let him down in the basement, Miles spends a good deal of his time napping. He’s getting close to being nine years old, so sleep is becoming an… Read More smart.
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