@ The first-ever Mrs. Crappy Weekend was an unqualified success. We had a relaxing Sunday, the highlight of which was a nice breakfast at First Watch in Cranberry with Woy and (surprise!) Father Spoon. And then there was napping and work (for me) and leisurely shopping (for Mrs. Crappy). She was more than sufficiently cheered… Read More success.
Last night, presented in pleasing bullet form: The meeting that Mrs. Crappy was asked to cover turned out to be a waste of time; the board did nothing, and she didn’t need to be there. Carnegie Music Hall: Wow, what a cool old place. The library complex is huge, taking up an entire block and… Read More dark starred.
Bang: @ I’ve seen Santonio do that before. Over and over and over. @ Thanks to the Steelers’ meager 3-0 lead at the end of the first quarter, I was a winner in the office pool. I may or may not be spending my winnings on hookers and blow. @ Actually, I didn’t win enough… Read More punxsuperbowley bullets.
Hi. It’s snowing. And I’m not skiing. Yet. In the meantime, here’s a few things: For the first time in the history of Uncle Crappy, the domain I should have been using all along is active. Unclecrappy.com will direct you back here. Try it for yourself: unclecrappy.com Yes. The site looks a little different. Just… Read More look: bullets.
This week has been crazy. The next few will be crazier. Father of Uncle Crappy will be having bypass surgery on Friday. In the span of a week, we went from routine check-up to problem with stress test to scheduled heart cath. IN ONE DAY, we went from probable need for angioplasty or installation of… Read More hoo.
For more bullets. Get it? Yeah, that was dumb. Sorry. If you live in Pittsburgh, you need to figure out where East Pittsburgh borough is. You need to drive there and eat at Taste of New Orleans Cafe on Main Street. It’s run by a family from New Orleans who left their hometown after their… Read More bang.
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