Reading Burgh Baby’s account of the traumatic loss of a Dora sock and recent developments at home have prompted me to offer a confession here — I still have a bumma. Or a blankie. Or whatever they’re called in your house. I was really attached to me bumma as a kid — in fact, I… Read More bummer.
Today was the first day I’d seen Giant Inflatable Brutus since our, uh, encounter at our annual Beat Michigan dinner a year ago. Things were … cordial. But also a little awkward.
It’s easy to look at Saturday’s game and come to one conclusion — Ohio State should win. And win big. But if you’re familiar with the rivalry — especially if you’re looking at it from the Ohio side of the border — it’s almost as easy to come up with a few instances when sure… Read More 20. history.
Go vote, for crying out loud. I don’t care who you vote for — actually, that’s not quite true — but go do it. OK? Good.
The Wife recently brought home a treat that catapulted me backwards by three-plus decades. She returned from the grocery with a bag popsicles. I’m sure I’ve had a popsicle more recently, but I immediately felt like I was a kid, digging into the bag and pulling out a neon green frozen double-stick. I plopped down… Read More 9. seven years old.
A summertime cold that showed up Monday night kept me home from work today, and sent me scrambling back to a few of the cold and flu remedies I’ve relied on in the past. I made one mistake today — I bought chunky chicken noodle soup, instead of the basic variety. I’m still not certain… Read More 8. disappointed.
Uncle Crappy 