climbin' a spaghetti tree
Missouri: Low 57, High 87, sunny.
Houston, TX: Low 73, High 88, scattered thunderstorms.
"You don't realize how much others are depending on you at the beginning of the week. The smallest gesture or word of encouragement can mean everything to someone else. Midweek, do someone a favor that they didn't even ask for. You'll be doubly rewarded. Friday and Saturday, you continue to have a lot of energy and not enough outlets for it. Maybe a very long walk is in order -- even a two-hour, soul-searching walk. Pack a snack and bring your cell phone. Sunday finds you on an adventure of a different sort."
POLLS END TOMORROW for all-star voting, so everybody go and vote for Chris Capuano right now or I'll bite you all. And watch out, I'm vicious. I can obliterate peanut brittle in one bite. People call me Jaws.
I'm vicious, but I'm stoopid. Not only do I have the song from this Quaker granola bar song stuck permanently in my head, but I popped out with 2 on in the ninth against the Chicago flippin' Cubs, so they won 1-0. I swear, that better NOT start a winning streak or somebody's gonna pay. And it'll be me. Maybe I'll bite myself.
omg, my toe still hurts after I ran into Thigh-tanium Taveras. Not fair.
It's 3 more nights now, and I'll be on a plane to either Missouri or Pennsylvania. THREE NIGHTS. And I ran outta patience two weeks ago.
Houston, TX: Low 73, High 88, scattered thunderstorms.
"You don't realize how much others are depending on you at the beginning of the week. The smallest gesture or word of encouragement can mean everything to someone else. Midweek, do someone a favor that they didn't even ask for. You'll be doubly rewarded. Friday and Saturday, you continue to have a lot of energy and not enough outlets for it. Maybe a very long walk is in order -- even a two-hour, soul-searching walk. Pack a snack and bring your cell phone. Sunday finds you on an adventure of a different sort."
POLLS END TOMORROW for all-star voting, so everybody go and vote for Chris Capuano right now or I'll bite you all. And watch out, I'm vicious. I can obliterate peanut brittle in one bite. People call me Jaws.
I'm vicious, but I'm stoopid. Not only do I have the song from this Quaker granola bar song stuck permanently in my head, but I popped out with 2 on in the ninth against the Chicago flippin' Cubs, so they won 1-0. I swear, that better NOT start a winning streak or somebody's gonna pay. And it'll be me. Maybe I'll bite myself.
omg, my toe still hurts after I ran into Thigh-tanium Taveras. Not fair.
It's 3 more nights now, and I'll be on a plane to either Missouri or Pennsylvania. THREE NIGHTS. And I ran outta patience two weeks ago.