If you’re a faux-fur wearing plastic mousie, this is what can happen to you in our house. Miles hasn’t ever show much interest in chasing actual mice — although he loved watching them scamper around the kitchen the couple times they showed up in our old apartment — but if it’s a mousie we’re talking… Read More 13. a warning.
Hey, look — we painted our front porch last weekend! It’s all one color now! I started NaBloPoMo strong, but last week was fairly easy. With the dust-up over the uniforms, the upcoming Penn State game and our Angels, I had enough to write about to even give me a few extra posts. That momentum… Read More 12. sign of desperation.
I just got home from a brief stop at Ruggers, where our Pittsburgh Angels were celebrating their return home from Houston, and their awesome season. If you missed the mention in the comments, the Angels finished second in the country, losing in the championship match to a team from Raleigh they beat the day before.… Read More 11. pride.
A defense that held the conference’s best offense to 201 total yards and one touchdown (which I’m still not certain actually happened). A “beleaguered” quarterback who threw for 125 yards and two touchdowns while running for another 50 and one TD. A team that’s now firmly in the driver’s seat for the conference title. A… Read More 10. gloat.
At 3:30 this afternoon, my attention will be focused on the televisions at the Sharp Edge, as I watch Ohio State upset Penn State in Happy Valley. But as I watch my Buckeyes, I’ll also keep checking my phone, to look for updates on how my other team — your other team — playing on… Read More 9. gameday.
This is a cap from one of the cams at Seven Springs this afternoon. I need to visit our attic — that’s where all my winter stuff is.
Uncle Crappy 