Went down to Ashland on Saturday for a cookout. Decent enough time. Only two of the three Patterson girl families were present, and that makes it easier to deal with. Found out, though, that because of a stupid baton twirling recital for nieces, the only day the families can go into the woods to by crap is the same day as the one air show I wanted to work this year for the C.A.F. I'm not at all pleased about that, but what can I do, other than piss off my wife by doing something I already signed up to do. God forbid I should own up to my obligations when there's a baton twirling recital for toddlers in the way.
Not much happened on Sunday until my fantasy league draft rolled around. I like those. They're fun, but mainly because I consult the blog of revelation for 92.3% of all my decisions. Things didn't go as well as they could have...one early decision ended up being the wrong one, but I did okay by the last round. I'll need to make some moves to be truly comfortable each week, so we'll see what happens.
Go The Mogadore!
Watched a movie this weekend, too: "The Last House on the Left." Tieraney's into the horror movies, you see, although this one was more of a drama in two acts, with a ridiculous ending. Not very effective, but whatever. The main actress in it has her teeth done by one of my clients.
Four yard pass play.
My ball. 3rd and 4 on life's 7.
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