What a woman would never believe of her man, the one addicted to the NFL and his team thereabouts, is he'd like to be outside on his day off too. But when your team is playing the J-E-T-S Jets Jets Jets on local TV, what're ya' gonna do on a beautiful day like today?
And when you're team isn't on local TV, you're where? Why, at the Shark Club (N.E. Pats-centric sports pub here in NoVA) of course.
Hey, well, at least I cleaned up this mess; washed the clothes, did the dishes, removed the rubbish and recycled the bottles & cans. Would've saved time with a steam shovel.
And I put in an hour walk before the late aft kick-off. So there y'go!
Ooo! Skins/Cowboys in 1/2-hour!!
1 comment:
Sounds like fun, did anything interesting happen other than grown, overpaid men in tight pants knocking each other over an odd shaped ball?
I had birthday cake today and learned cheetos actually do taste pretty good with vanilla ice cream.
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