Somehow, it seems wrong. But I love reading lawyer-talk on natter in the morning on vacation. Also, it's not raining outside, and since I am in California where it is warm and toasty, I may go outside for a walk
without my coat.
Damn. I just love that. When you live in Alaska (or probably anywhere else that gets cold), California is just an incredibly wonderful place to visit in the winter. People who live here can't really appreciate it; I couldn't when I lived here. They think it's cold. But there's hours and hours of daylight, some of which has real sun in it. And even the rain seems warm. Ahhh....
want nap, or tv veg time.
I have both! Want me to share?
But I live in Chicago, so this season sometimes my only NFL joy is watching the Bears trot out another quarterback to fail spectacularly.
That's been the situation since McMahon, if not earlier. This season's utterly horrible offensive line hasn't helped the QBs, either.
"Monsters of the Midway? Maybe more like 'Chipmunks of the Midway'..." (The Old Man in A Christmas Story)
Football: Saints won. Still not going to the playoffs, but in my imaginary world I'm shouting "In your FACE Irvin, Jackson et. al." Oh and Irvin might want to think twice about calling someone out for saying they're carrying the team. Pot? Meet Kettle. Dude. At least the kettle is supposed to be puffed up.
Other football topic- Dallas Cowboys have been in Irving and are about to be in Arlington, and yet? Still the Dallas Cowboys.
2 projects left for the day. I should start on one of those.
Has a sudden urge to go to msbelle's yard
"Monsters of the Midway? Maybe more like 'Chipmunks of the Midway'..." (The Old Man in A Christmas Story)
New England resident and fan remains quietly smug, although secretly worries that Indy is going to stomp the Pats this time out.
New England resident and fan remains quietly smug, although secretly worries that Indy is going to stomp the Pats this time out.
The Sox won the Series. I can forgive the Pats if they don't repeat the Bowl. For at least five years. (I originally typed ten, but I must admit even my beneficence has its limits.)
Happy birthday, Shrift!