Throwing Little Thought Pebbles at Your Windshield Since 1996
I wish the State of Massachusetts would hurry up and cash my income tax payment. It’s really screwing up my checkbook. It’s hard enough for me to not screw up my checkbook. I mean, why don’t they just cash them all as soon as they get them? Wouldn’t it make sense, so there’s a greater chance that the money will actually be in someone’s account?
In other news, I need to get my hair cut.
Junior has become my little outdoorsman. If he could play GameCube outside, he could die happy. Yesterday was tee ball in the morning, then a bike ride with his cousins in the afternoon, followed by a little pickup tee ball and then some basketball. Today he rode his bike a bit, and then, something I wouldn’t have suspected, my parents took us to BJs where they picked up a kid’s fishing pole and my dad (who has a fishing license) taught him how to cast down at Whalom. Amazing. He really got the hang of it pretty quickly, and we won’t even talk about the driving rain. It was just not a day to be standing out there, but my dad was pretty into it, or he faked it very well. Now Junior wants to go back tomorrow.
Man, this is really pushing the limits of what his father and I consider a fun way to spend the weekend. I’ll take him fishing as long as I don’t have to bait hooks or remove them from fish (or humans). I have limits.
The following photos are of Junior airborn playing basketball, and the other is of the abandoned rollercoaster at Whalom. My camera batteries died right after I took these so I didn’t get any pictures of Junior fishing. I’ll get some another time.
I’m not wearing socks today. Or Sox, as I started to type. People who write it that way are probably either from Boston or Chicago, I suspect.
That means it’s summer. I know it isn’t really summer, it’s just the last day of April, but if I go to work without socks, I’m in summer vacation mode, my friend.
The quote I put up last night (keep reading down)? I want that on a t-shirt. I think I’m going to find a picture of Chuckles on the web, put the text over the picture, and print that puppy out. If we were allowed to have screensavers (there’s a corporate one everyone gets) I’d use that image. I wish I had written that…it’s just so…absurd, and so me. It’s great, and if you don’t think so, well, I won’t be able to explain it.
