A few
A few
A swarm of tiny cars and Vespas that look like they are going to hit everything and never hit anything.
Come for the noon Covid graphs, stay for the obscure baseball takes.
If you washed your car this morning because it was covered in pollen, it’s probably time to wash it again.
You can still have you gloomy, dark, depressing time, it’s just before work instead of after. I was mowing my grass in the dark. I’m good with it.
If someone opened a museum of vintage and unique business cards, I would spend the day there.
A while back they announced an upcoming change to assigned seating. It’s only a matter of time before every carrier is Spirit Airlines. Ultra Budget Economy Class with current standard services as an upsell.
I don’t know if the iPhone camera is any good, but it sure took a great photograph of my drink. Happy Mardi Gras.
I did not know they did that. Coffee ice cubes in iced coffee is the greatest thing in the world. Not hyperbole. It’s true.
I have 9 young adults piled in my house from Jersey, Pennsylvania & Virginia. Old enough to make the trip independently but not a ton of disposable income yet.
Awesome news. Not only will it keep my beer cold, but it’s also lunch.
It’s one particular chain.
Grocery stores sometimes have a big image of the state on seafood packaging with something like “Proudly peeled and packed in Louisiana.” printed underneath.
It’s definitely going around.
Mowing in the dark season is upon us. Few things make me feel more like an absolute weirdo than this.
I had to work today.
Photo credit John McCusker, The Times-Picayune/NOLA.com
He just ruined my easy lunch find. For now at least. Kudos to them though.
He lasted almost 3 quarters!
That’s just Cox. Snow or no snow.
Accommodations for the friendly feral cat family that sometimes hangs here. The green hut has a heating pad and a motion-detecting, night-vision camera so I’m 100% certain they will all pile into the crappy old ice chest.
I’m not a big fan of the Rouses branded stuff.
You had me at “Sean Payton lost”
It’s the once again time to play “A Long December” on repeat and feel weird.
No cap.
I don’t know. There’s always Dave Poche and Dave Poche.
My gift to you.