At least, that's what the look on her face told me this morning. She makes putting on shoes... interesting.
|I don't fart, daddy, I just bark my face off whenever you drift off to sleep!|
I have to practice golf. I'm playing in a fundraiser next month. I used to live in Monterey and I still say the best place to hit golf balls (driving range) was the muni-course in Pacific Grove. Sucking at golf feels a lot better when you sounds of the Pacific are crashing ten yards behind you.
Go order the new Billy The Kid record. Her voice makes the world a better place. I was having a shit day not long ago and her voice came through my radio. I smiled and could breathe again. Then I caught myself getting a lump in my throat, one of those happy ones that you get when it hits you that it's going to be okay. You know what I mean? Like when the doctor comes out and says, your wife is out of surgery and we got it all. That's how her voice makes me feel. I think it's because she has an old soul. I like that.
Apparently, I forgot to include the password for the Fantasy Football League yesterday.
League of Morons