Hey...who knew?

Visual proof as to why it's a damn good thing I didn't bet on this game.

Suffice it to say, the game which took place Friday last didn't go anything thing like I expected. Understand, however, that this is a good thing indeed, if only because we didn't have to blow cans of perfectly good Reddi-Whip in Cousin Larry's face. Instead, we used them on the pies for which nature intended. And yeah verily, they were good.

Meanwhile, my plans to return to La Belle Province on Tuesday remain solid. Everyone wish me luck so that I don't get in trouble with the Evilest of TSA Inspectors, Ms. Mary Lee McCarty. I'm really getting sick of having to call her tired ass out.

Trapped.

This has nothing to do with my post--I just like mountain goats.

Despite my best intentions to bust outta this midwestern hell-hole, I've been coerced into stayihg an additional week, and will be here for American Thanksgiving, plus the requisite 'day-after' football game featuring Nebraska losing huge to Colorado. This will be viewed on TV at my cousin Janet's house, and will probably involve some measure of violence directed toward my cousin Larry, who as a 'native Colorado-an' will be merciless in running smack, all freaking afternoon. Two years ago, he got pied with leftover Reddi-Whip (directly in the grill), because he didn't know when to stop. Since this year's team sucks to the absolute max, we'll have to make a run to Sam's Club so we can blast him early and often...

How on earth could I possibly miss that kind of fun?

So I'll be back November 28-ish. Stay tuned for additional details.

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Look before you leap (Colorado Style)

I actually saw this reported on Denver TV newscasts during my visit west...

This is yet another reason you should never sit directly on the seat during a visit to the loo. And if you must, if there is anything (absolutely anything at all) on the surface of the seat, find another crapper. Dig?

Bite Me, Omaha.

The few excuses for being in Omaha generally revolve around food. Read this and learn perfectly useless details about one of the greasiest of sandwiches, The Reuben.

N.B.: The Blackstone Hotel building now houses offices, including the headquarters of Berkshire-Hathaway Investments, run by the obscenely rich (and hopelessly geeky) Warren Buffett. Mr. Buffett's daughter Susie is one of three owners of String of Purls, a big-ass yarn joint, also located in Omaha. Jo simply adores their bags, (and hell--so do I).