It was a day of vomit, and it was my wife's birthday. Happy birthday, Tieraney!
Boy threw up. Cat threw up. Tieraney and Sophie are both sick, but not to such degrees. The dog and I are doing quite well, thank you. Bonus with boy; he's now able to get to a bucket or the toilet, instead of just puking were he lie. The cat, however, pukes wherever she damn well pleases.
Damn cats.
Beyond that, it's back to normal after the vacation, with only a few racy photos of my wife to serve as a reminder. Did I mention that, for the first time, my wife allowed me to take racy photos of her? I told you it was a kick-ass weekend.
Oh, and the Seahawks signed Edgerinn James; another odd spelling I'll eventually give up trying to remember. Does this bode well for us? I don't know. Why bother trying to predict it? You don't chart a course when you're a Seahawks fan, you just hop on the boat and hope the wind blows you somewhere close to your intended destination.
Life gains back five.
Life's ball. 3rd and 17 on their own 6.
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All time devastating SFG loss last night. In a nearly must win spot, we took a 4-1 lead in the top of the 14th only to lose 6-4 on a walk off grand slam homer.
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Damn. I check in on the Giants for you from time to time, and I know they're in the hunt. I've had similar losses. I wish them on few.
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