I spent way too much time today thinking about an idiot sportswriter in south Florida, and a column he pretty clearly wrote to get a ton of hits for the paper’s web site. I’m not going to link to it here — I did that already at KNT, and you can go over there and… Read More grrrr.
It’s not you. It’s me. Just about every single interaction I had with other people today — in the office, on the phone, on Twitter, at the store — left me grinding my teeth. In a couple of instances — like with the clerk at Home Depot who thought suggesting that I get a cart… Read More foul.
The news about Kaye Cowher’s death started circulating among my Pittsburgh friends Friday night. I might have missed it then, but I heard it loud and clear this morning — it was skin cancer that ended her life at age 54. I hate that. I hate it because I’ve had skin cancer tumors removed already,… Read More listen.
See all those dishes on the counter? They should be in the dishwasher underneath the counter. But the dishwasher, a lovely Whirlpool we’ve had for just over a year, has apparently decided that it needs a rest, because it quit running, right in the middle of the rinse cycle. Since its installation a little more… Read More washed up.
On one hand, we have Game Seven of the Eastern Conference Semifinal Series between the Pens and Montreal. On the other hand, we have an evening in a middle school auditorium, listening to a presentation about bond issues and construction contracts. Guess which one I’ll be doing on Wednesday night. Crap.
I still don’t have any idea who’s going to be the Fifth Annual Uncle Crappy NCAA Final Four Challenge winner. But I’m pretty sure it’s not going to be me.
Uncle Crappy 