Fall used to be a lot busier than it is these days. For most of the last two decades, about half of our fall weekends were spent driving to Columbus, prepping a tailgate party for somewhere between 10 and 20 people, going to Ohio State’s home game and then coming home on Sunday. For several… Read More the good old days.
This is the only photo I took during the day today. (And Mrs. Crappy won’t be happy to see this one.) It wasn’t for a lack of opportunities. On the surface, this was an amazing day, mostly because Mrs. Crappy had a rare Sunday off and I was able to spend the entire day with… Read More a day.
First, let’s make sure you’ve all seen this comment, left by Tenth Annual Uncle Crappy NCAA Final Four Challenge (Brought to you by Bocktown) winner Kewyson on the previous post: Now, on to my wish (I thought I’d get three) – I propose, assuming UC is okay with this, that he organizes a social gathering… Read More above and beyond.
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.
I couldn’t have possibly had a better weekend. Thank you again to Mrs. Crappy and Em for sharing it with me.
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…
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