Who takes three days to make one serving of grilled pizzas? Me. And pretty much only me. My quest for the grilled pizza began sometime late Saturday morning, when we began our endless discussion: what’s for dinner? We knew we wanted to grill something, as we wanted to take advantage of last weekend’s glorious weather.… Read More three days. four pizzas.
We’ve been without television for a few days — thanks for that, Comcast — and have resorted to going through our DVD collection for entertainment in the interim. We’re well-equipped for this. For instance, on Saturday, Mrs. Crappy pulled out our boxed set of Looney Tunes classics and popped them on for a traditional Saturday-morning… Read More saturday morning.
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.
On a Tuesday night in late May, I was horrified to discover that my wedding ring was gone. I looked that night, even though it was almost midnight when I noticed it was gone. I looked for several days around the house. I even used a freaking metal detector to poke around in the yard.… Read More 1. complete.
To most, the term goofball probably isn’t a term of endearment. To me, it’s one of the highest complements I can pay. Life is serious, yes. Being an adult requires time and attention and work. It’s not easy, and sometimes it’s not much fun. But I’m lucky to know a bunch of people who understand… Read More goof.
See that dent on the ring finger of my left hand? That’s where my wedding ring is supposed to be. As we were getting in bed Tuesday night, I had a start — the ring was gone, and I had no idea when I had seen it last. I looked some that night, even though… Read More naked.
Uncle Crappy 