• How do you spell relief?

    Our new to nine daughter was conversing with her mother when the topic turned to dinner. (This was last night, by the way.)

    MOTHER: “Would you like something to eat for dinner Beth?”
    BETH: “No thanks.”
    MOTHER: “Are you sure? Not even a little something from the freezer?”
    BETH: “No, no thanks. If I eat anything else I’ll feel bloated.”
    FATHER (laughing): “Hold on Beth, do you even know what ‘bloated’ means?”
    BETH (snooty): “DAUH!?! It’s when your belly gets so full it starts to stick out and you feel uncomfortable because your pants don’t fit anymore.”

    See there… who says television can’t be educational – even retail advertising.

  • It’s all about me

    Some might say I’m lazy. Some might have the occasion to look at the state of affairs in my yard and agree. I can’t immediately disagree (although we do have the most evenly mowed weeds on the block), but I’d prefer to re-characterize this trait – in the great tradition of the Grand Old Party. Accordingly, I prefer to think of myself as an “economist of effort.”

  • A Ray of light, or more of the same?

    Having recently waxed poetic over the home team, I’m just about ready to trade one for the other after last night’s debacle in the land of a thousand lakes.

    Gad zooks! Training camp is a week away!