Damnit, that medicinal Old Fashioned made me hungry. Sadly my wife made jook, so I am banished to the basement.
Peter Smith
Sounds tasty, actually.
I turned the Sox broadcast on and found an unexpected voice calling the play-by-play.
“Who’s doing this horrible impression of Bob Costas?”
It was Bob Costas calling the game tonight.
Now we’re up watching S1 of Psych after the Sox put up seven in the fifth.
Time to face the music.
Wheeeeeeeeee! Flight’s delayed, weather at the destination airport. Wondering (hoping) how many people are going to try and rebook other flights to get home.
Grass is cut and fed. Going to chill for a bit.
I walked up the stairs, looked at my wife, and punched her in the chest four or five times with quick jabs. Then I hit her with four roundhouse kicks with my left leg, followed by one with my left leg that got her back/side.
Diana got get sparring gear today. 😁
