Getting a bit slammed with real life. In-laws visiting, work expecting, breakfast delaying, home not self-cleaning.
Stupid non-self-cleaning homes.
The Roundup:
- That's just cold.
- Things have sort of fallen apart at SoCal like a stale Chips Ahoy. Yeah, it's a cookie, but it's a really crumbly cookie.
- It's like his editor gave him the assignment: "Mix 30 or 40 metaphors." Still a pretty good read.
- Oh Captain, my Captain, stop shouting at me!
- How can you not want to play for a guy like this?
- Life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you respond to it.
- Earlier this season, I'd been trying to set benchmarks by which to measure the Irish's progress this season. Looks like The Irish Roundup took the reigns on a horse called insanity.
- Further adverntures in Why Didn't I Write That? "Of course, after losses then, it felt like the band played it in a minor key, and every Notre Dame fan suddenly turned into a citizen of Hooville, trying to show the Grinch that they didn’t need presents after all. The unending tune of the moral victory."
