Sorry it’s been so long since the last post, but I’ve been busy. This will really be more in “machine gun” format – when I think it I’m saying it…
Sunday was grrreat. Who am I, Tony Tiger? That’s a typo, but it’s funny so I’m leaving it. I didn’t do a rewind, but I’ m sure you’ve already read the one from Travis. I’ll do better next week…
Dallas is far. I spent the last two days there at my coaching network, but this time my flights had layovers in the ATL so they took quite a bit longer. Left Dallas at 5:30 Tuesday afternoon, walked in the house at 1:00 Wednesday morning. I’m too old for this…
My wife is a hunter. A mouse hunter, that is. We had a visitor while I was gone, but my ever-industrious wife went on safari in search of big game. Haha. She put down some glue boards and when we came in from the airport last night we had a little surprise waiting for us. Problem solved, and I didn’t have to lift a finger. Which is exactly the way I like it…
Mofro is coming. That’s right, we’re going to see them AGAIN. This time it’s Friday at Skipper’s Smoke House. Looking forward to some fresh Florida cuisine, good times with good friends, and smokin’ juke joint tunes. All good things…
I’m in love. Remember when you had that young, naive, I-can’t-live-without-you-and-I-feel-physical-pain-when-you’re-not-here love? The really sappy kind? That’s the way I feel about my boy. Seriously, when I have to go out of town I hate it, and can’t wait to get back. This may sound stupid to you, or you may completely understand – which is directly related to whether or not you have curtain-climbers of your own…
