
We've had problems tonight with our digital cable cutting out. I'm not sure if it's a problem only with digital, but it's been a major pain in the rump.
Maureen is upstairs right now, fast asleep, but we are at the ready to jump upstairs with Ninja-like agility to whisk her back down to the basement with us.
Normally, I've never been a Run to the Basement type of guy. I would always stand in front of the window trying to see what I could see. Now, the wife is very persuasive and it's better to go with the flow instead of rocking the boat. I just read what's been written thus far to her and she laughed about my "going with the flow."
Yes. I'm grumpy tonight.
But last night was a different story. I had three home runs and a double (resulting in a run batted in) during our dartball double header at the Bonnycastle Club. I've refined my granny-style, underhanded horseshoe approach to great effect. What does all of this have to do with Maureen? Not much.
PS: one of the Newscasters asked for us to Please stop calling in to ask for regular programming. Honey, hand me the phone!

















