So, it occurs to me, after my last post screwing the pooch on tradition, that some people really don't give a shit. Hell, half the time that's me or Wes, if we're honest (...okay, maybe an eighth of the time that's me, and over half the time it's Wes. What can I say, I'm anal retentive). BUT. It also occurs to me that some people actually do enjoy ( Read more... )

Okay, I’ve taken some of your advice about fantasy league names, and I’ve come up with a poll. I DEMAND YOU FILL THIS OUT. Even if you don't watch baseball, I demand it. GO. TICKY ( Read more... )

Wes is still up at MoreHome because one of the car windows won't close, and it's sleeting, and driving would be dangerous. First of all, I don't want him driving when there's dangerous weather, but WHAT THE FUCK. I have been looking forward to pizza, beer, and my boy ALL DAMN DAY, and now he's up at MoreHome. Oh, and they may stay the night again. ( Read more... )