Today is the first day of many where I will have a teenaged daughter. Fun?
I did a couple of shots last night for the first time in a while. I'll let you know how that went, since I'm writing this just minutes afterward.
Online celebration combined with real-life stresses. A dangerous cocktail, this.
I love these ridiculous cats.
Two wins in two very different games with San Diego. It's still fun.
Different scheduling this week means that I'm off a second day in a row with nobody else home and nothing to do. Who wants to have a drink at noon?
It's been nearly a generation since the scariest moment in many of our lifetimes. I try to keep it fresh in mind and give the tragedy its due, but man, it's getting harder and harder to believe it wasn't just a dream I had.
As always, I raise a glass to those who lost their lives that day.
Yesterday a methed-out dude came in and yelled "I NEED A MICROWAVE!" at the top of his lungs. He wanted it to be 10,000 watts but tiny and compact so he could set it next to him on his skateboard as he rode home. Don't do drugs, kids.
These Twins haven't faded yet. It's a far cry from the 2011-2014 years when we were all trying to come up with BS reasons to watch baseball in September.
It's starting to be annoying when the zero key fails every time I type "2017."*
* - It didn't fail just then
The girls are about to head to school again; while I always assume I want some alone time, in practice, I typically just wish they were around.