happiness and flowers.
I’m getting a little tired of writing about dead children. Happy freaking Easter.
I’m getting a little tired of writing about dead children. Happy freaking Easter.
Hoggy types should check the Fog Hog Blog for an important update about this weekend’s activities. Eat, drink and be exclusive, kids.
I’m taking a break from the blog for a few days, mostly because I spend enough time tethered to a computer already — I don’t intend to do so over Christmas and the following week. There are better things to do. But I’m not letting y’all off the hook. Your Uncle Crappy Christmas Break Homework… Read More merry.
Our Christmas trees tend to look a little, um, confused. This is a direct result of our mixed tastes and their convergence on our trees. The Wife mostly has classy, tasteful ornaments, many from a collection of angels her mother and aunt started for her years ago. I lean towards sports and cartoon characters. That… Read More festive. us.
A request from the sister of Uncle Crappy, who wanted to know about Christmas beer. This adapted version of my December column should fit the bill pretty nicely. I think Andy Williams was talking about Christmas in general when he sang “It’s the most wonderful time of the year.” But he could have been talking… Read More leave santa a beer.
We’re headed to Philly for the weekend, in observation of The Wife’s 40th birthday, which happens to be today. Beer, sushi and medical curiosities are all on the program. We’ll let you know how it went.