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Happy birthday to me.
Tag: woo-hoo
you did WHAT?
After I posted stuff about my new tattoo over the weekend, one of the biggest things I was curious about was the reaction of my parents. On Tuesday, Father of Uncle Crappy emailed this: Couple of afternoons ago, I was in the kitchen chopping celery for a meat loaf and Pat asked, “Guess what YOUR… Read More you did WHAT?
bricked.
As mid-life crises go, getting a tattoo is way less expensive than a sports car. And when you’re working with a print-journalism salary, that’s kind of an important thing to consider. But once that decision is made, you’re faced with another: What’s the tattoo going to be? I’ve known for several years that I wanted… Read More bricked.
dy-no-mite.
I’ve never been to Rhode Island. I now have a reason to go. Mrs. Crappy has a subscription to Cook’s Country magazine and we received a new issue last week. The magazine publishes an index of sorts on back cover, and as soon as I looked at the new one, I saw something I knew… Read More dy-no-mite.
hope you’re thirsty.
It’s a pretty simple theme. And all you have to do to take advantage is find the guy in the red hat. As we’ve done for several years, we’re volunteering again at a Pittsburgh Marathon fluid station. As we done for not quite as many years, we’re working the Mile 6 station, on Western Avenue… Read More hope you’re thirsty.
choked.
I should know better than to stroll through the produce section of Whole Foods A) while I’m hungry and B) just two days after I get paid. But in our most recent trip, it worked out well. Because there it was, a display of good-sized, bright green artichokes. Three chokes for five bucks. And after… Read More choked.
Uncle Crappy 