Shout out to Lushy, YO! Pats camp tomorrow! YO!

What's up 'yall. I know. Folks from Massachusetts are not supposed to say, 'yall, but hey I live out in the sticks, well, the Massachusetts sticks... Whatever that is. For what it's worth, there are 3 dairy / beef / buffalo farms within 3 miles of my house. Anyway..

I wanted to send out a quick thanks to Lushy over at Such a Pretty Face for sharing that cool NFL opening day countdown that's over there in my sidebar with me. Thanks Lushy!

I am now officially off for the weekend. I'm taking Friday and Monday off to enjoy some hot July weather before it's gone.

Tomorrow I'm taking the fam down to Foxboro to take in some real live foosball. Well, real live foosball practice that is. My kids are all excited to go down and see Patriots Training Camp: Day 1. They've already got their Tom Brady jerseys all laid out and ready to go for tomorrow. I think this is going to be fun. I'm looking forward to it.

I'm hoping to get some good pics while I'm at the Pats Training Camp and maybe I can get an autograph or two, or maybe I can make eye-contact with Coach Belichick. Hey you never know. Anything can happen.

I was going to bring my whistle and bull-horn with me too. I was thinking maybe I could help out the coaches, you know, yelling at the players through my bull-horn and blowing my whistle.

ALL RIGHT YOU GUYS TIME FOR SOME UP-DOWNS!! UP!! DOWN!! UP!! DOWN!!

But, then I did some thinking and decided that might not go over well...

That's tomorrow. I'll tell you all about it later.

Earlier this evening I made my Wife a Pina Colata. I had never made one before but I followed the directions and I thought it came out ok, but when I gave it too her she kind of smiled weakly at me and said, 'um. that's good.'

'What's wrong with it?'

'Nothing. It's good.'

'No it's not. When I make you a good drink you're all excited and, "MMMMMM THATS GOOOOD!"'

'Well...'

I took it back and put more rum in it. Cruzan rum. From the Virgin Islands. The greatest place on Earth. But more rum didn't fix it. So I tried more pineapple and more cocoa-nut milk. Still no go. Then my Wife took the pineapple and looked at the can. Expiration: 2004. Maybe that's it.

'Gimme that. I'll drink it. You want a Mango Margarita?'

'MMMMM THATS GOOOD!!'

That's more like it.