It’s been a funny ride this past one.
Ups.
Downs.
We all have shit happen to us, so no pity here. But this past day has just been whacked out.
Monday, 8:45pm
Finish watching Le Tour with the Wifey. Vino! What a stage win.
Notice the SOX are tied with the Tigers in the 5th. TiVO, baby.
Hockey awaits.
9:40pm
Almost there, but without crucial socks (damn flip flops). Stop here and buy what they shelve. Ladies athletic socks. Hope nobody notices…
9:45pm
Take new toll road by accident. Great.
10pm
Arrive on Doyle time (1/2 hour late) to play hockey with the 17 year olds. I keep up pretty well and hard efforts feel great. Nice.
Tuesday, 12am
Home, relieve Wifey of her guard duties. Feed kids. Shower.
1am
Ah, recorded garbage. SOX leave 13 men on base. When they do score, it’s off a wild pitch or hit batsman. Pure garbage.
Decent baseball viewing next week.
End of August, too.
4am
Feed kids. Katie takes 2oz. PJ sucks down 3oz and gives me a bunch of smiles.
9am
Bicycle Sport Shop on the line. My Curtlo can’t be tuned, it’s cracked. Feck.
11am
That art guy in Maine emails. Vino! What have you done, Vino! So disappointing. Dopers suck, you know that? Seriously bothered by this.
2pm
First hand view of the Curtlo. Doug is going to rebuild it for me. But I’m without until he does. Triple feck. New color anyone?
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2:30pm
St. Louis of France. Our local parish. Guess who’s got eight hours of kiddie baptism classes coming? Sundays in August and Sept just got ugly.
3:30pm
SOX win! First of a double header. Who even knew they were playing?
4:30pm
Stalelife Studios lands an exciting viral video project for these guys. Choice! Two weeks to concept, produce, create, edit and code.
5pm
Shoot date + Flight costs = No shoot for me. Pisser. Super pisser.
6:30pm
Lloyd and Kir over for pizza. Mmmmm.
6:45pm
SOX losing, Astros losing. Baseball fans freaking out.
7:30pm
Carrying too much I drop a glass. It shatters. I bleed. A lot. All over my favorite polo, too.
7:31pm
Lloyd rushes over. Cracks his beer. Looks at my foot and hand and says “That doesn’t look all that great.” Stacey stops the bleeding. Ah, who needs stitches?
8:45pm
Katie is all smiles for me. I melt. Pain from foot is non-existent at that moment.
9:18pm
Guess where I’m at.
10:20pm
Clean. Numbing shot. Doctor-play with tendons.
10:45pm
X-ray action.
11pm
Six staples.
11:40pm
Vicodin ordered here. I deserve a treat. Belgian chocolate shake from the best ice cream joint in all of Texas.
Wednesday, 12am
Home again. Kids sleeping. Start blog. See that the SOX won that second game. Hot spit.
Shot wearing off. Come on Vicodin…
‘night.
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Whew…I’m tired just readin’ that. When you dropped the glass did you say, “That’s gonna leave a mark.”
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