Did you ever have the urge to write something but couldn’t put anything together in coherent thoughts and well structured sentences? Yeah, me too, so you guys get this:
– I took the wife on a big shopping spree tonight…okay, so we stopped at the local Goodwill. I picked up a couple of books: something by Dave Barry and another by an author I have recently discovered, Steve Berry. ($0.99 and $1.19 respectively).
– Goodwill also found me perusing their vinyl section. Once I got through the junky ones I came up with a double live record by Canadian power trio Triumph and a classic by Talking Heads called Stop Making Sense. Here is a video of my favorite Talking Heads tune called “Psycho Killer“:
– The rumor I heard about the New York Giants inviting Tom Brady’s ex-girlfriend (and baby’s momma) Bridget Moynahan to be their guests on the sideline is just a ruse. At least I can’t find any confirmation of it on the ‘ol inter-web.
– I abhor the long wait for the Super Bowl. Why, oh why, do we have to have a week off before the big game? It doesn’t help the butterflies in my stomach at all.
– I haven’t shaved/trimmed my beard since the NFL playoffs have started and I am starting to look like Grizzly Adams again. What can I say? I am superstitious. Monday I am taking a vacation day and will scrape it off then just in time for another job interview at ye old place of business on Tuesday.
– I am super stoked about hanging out at the G-Man household with all of my good friends tomorrow and then I will be watching the big game Sunday with my father-in-law at the VA Hospital. I wonder if they will provide hot wings for us and/or if they would be lenient on allowing a six pack on premises?
Okay, my eyes are getting droopy. I will probably see you guys after the perfect season or the perfect upset.
