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Went over to Adam and Em’s to watch the final game of the NCAA tournament. We were rooting for Kentucky in support of Randy, so in the last minutes of the game, Mike offers the team a bit of encouragement: “Come on, guys. Score some more of those basketball points!”
Our kids, if we have them, are doomed to be enormous nerds.
(From awhile ago …)
OK, I’ll admit it. After five days with a wracking cough that’s probably bronchitis, the diagnosed double pink eye, a sinus infection, an inability to hear anything but highly muffled sounds out of my clogged right ear, a sore throat, and hangnail, it’s time to face the truth.
I’m sick.
I typically scoff when my husband mandates that we purchase the super soft, plush, gentle-enough-for-a-baby’s-bottom toilet paper. But I have to admit that it’s been a lifesaver for my recent hyper congested, blow-my-nose-every-five-minutes affliction.
So here’s a toast (of Emergen-C) to Mike’s tender tushy!
You know, living on a relatively busy road definitely has its downsides: namely hearing the sounds of traffic almost constantly.
However, when vehicles crash into the median, ram into the road sign, send a stream of sparks into the air and scatter car debris–including a bumper–along the road, which other speedsters then run over for the next 30 minutes, living on a busy road is a genuine source of entertainment.
It’s happened three times so far and has yet to get old.
Incriminating evidence our quasi-pet squirrel trying to steal Mike’s underpants:
I guess the first question would be: “Why are Mike’s underpants on the deck?”
Second questions is: “What in the world would a squirrel do with them?”
Mike wore a look of despondency this afternoon when the hand mixer that he found on the side of the road more than five years ago appeared to have died.
But don’t lose any sleep over this travesty because after a bit of fiddling with it, he got it to work again. Whew. Close call.
