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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.
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.
And here he is looking veeeeery scholarly.
It’s currently -2 degrees outside, and I just saw one of our neighbors snapping skis into the rack on his car.
I guess I should think he’s hardcore, but I mostly just think he’s a moron.
I spent 2.5 minutes belting out Mariah Carey’s “All I Want for Christmas Is You” in my own highly off-key rendition.
Yep, it’s official.
Christmas is here.