OK. Not to sound too maudlin, but this will be my father's fifth dead Christmas. He went out in the spring of '15.
I like flowers.
(I'm not gay, you're gay)
((not that there's anything wrong with that))
But every year we go and visit his (and other dead folks') graves and put
I don't have anything meaningful to say today. I'd like to think of something to write about. But here we are less than an hour before post time and I got absolutely nothing.
I ate too much yesterday.
I plan to drink too much tonight.
Christmas tree and other assorted decorational shit has
I bet you thought I'd forgotten about this little series. Well, "series" might be pushing it considering that this is only the third installment and it's been nearly a year since the first and second installments. And considering it's been that long you, dear reader, have probably forgotten anyway.
Yeah, it's been a while. But you remember. This is one of those weeks where I can't think of anything else so I choose one (or more) musical artists to feature. Generally, their musical accolades are debatable...at best.
But not their sexy. That is unimpeachable. Kinda like someone else I know.
Leaves have been falling here for a coupla months now. I've kept up with them, at least to a degree, up until now. But frankly it's still been rather warm and I've come to dislike yardwork when I have to sweat to do it. This week it has turned considerably
Last night as I was driving home, I noticed multiple hordes of hooligans roaming the street and looking for trouble it seemed. They were in disguise so as not to be identified. It was a scene right out of "A Clockwork Orange ".
I watched as they systematically went door to
Here at [DFO] we like to pride ourselves on our "No Pants Rule". We exercise it whenever we can.
While it is a running joke on the blog, I suspect it's also not far from the truth for some of you. At least when you're not at work.
Or maybe sometimes even
It occurred to me earlier this week that for quite a while I have been remiss in including the "Equal Time Fo' Da Ladies" portion of Sexy Friday. At least for many months. Maybe longer. And after considering that, I decided they deserved some payback. No wait, that sounds bad.
I've been rather busy and stressed and, yes pissed off, over the past couple of months. Allow me to explain.
When I filed for divorce from my ex-wife, now more than six years ago, I prepared and filed the documents myself. And also when I prepared my will a few years
Seriously. With everything going on around here, I was a day further behind than I thought I was. I thought it was still Thursday.
tWBS: Hey Ma! What day is it?
tWMS: It's Friday.
tWBS: Really? I thought it was still Thursday.
tWMS: That's because you're a dumbass.
tWBS: Thanks Ma. I guess I better
I've been pretty busy lately. I'd tell you about it, but I'm too tired this week to type that much. Maybe next week.
Each day when my "chores" are done and I get back home, if there's no football or other sportsballing on, I've gotten into the habit of crashing onto
Sorry not sorry. That's just the way it goes sometimes.
Normally, I do this theme for Halloween. But looking at the calendar I'm going to miss it by a day this year. It's on a Thursday and doing it six days early seems stupid.
Though I still have to think of something