And so ends another day. Jason spent the day with Cram-ma Lisa. Pee Wee Football was on his schedule.His team scored three touchdowns but, alas, lost the game. Haley ruled the roost at our house all day. Jim, the short one, came over in the evening. Bubble baths with duckies seems to be the main attraction here.
Now they are all gone and it's just Resident Golf Guy (RGG) and me. Take-out Borrelli's was on the menu.
Not a lot of exciting stuff here....I'm thinking TV (maybe Geraldo Rivera will get swept away by the debris of Ike) or maybe Shantaram, my 900+ page book of the moment. Either one sounds good. Maybe I'll pop open a Diet Pepsi Lime.
Barona is on tap for next week. RGG promised my Mom a trip to the casinos. I'm thinking it's more for him than her. And me, I lose at every machine I sit down at. In fact, I've tested a theory...if I stand behind someone who is winning, soon enough that person will begin losing. So I kinda walk around, looking for a winner whose luck needs to change. If RGG spots me, he'll even move to another machine. I'm telling you, I'm not a winning gambler.
Have I hooked you yet on this blog? I'm warning you. It could get addictive. This stuff is rich.
2 comments:
Did Jim go swimming last night? Or is that an old pic?
Caught me...I was going on a theme....two on the couch, three at the door! I could have taken one in the tub!
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