Tom is Away

look, man, i know it’s hard and all, but running marathons is just plain stupid.

helping out in the kitchen (aka, getting in the way and spilling stuff).

busy– fantasy football party tomorrow to be immediately followed by a birthday party.

prepping the house for tomorrow’s fantasy football draft

mowing the lawn, now that it looks worse than the neighbor’s

officially a staunch supporter of illegal immigration, now that mexican landscapers are finally clearing my neighbor’s lawn, after 2 1/2 years (!) of neglect

"Not everything that has feathers is a chicken." — some dork behind me at the Phillies game, talking to his girlfriend

at the Phils game for the 2nd night in a row (this time, for tim’s birthday).

syllabizing

god damn, i’m embarrassed to be a Philly fan.

well, the Hall of Fame club is cool anyway.

at the phils game, sitting in the swanky hall of fame club, thanks to my old lady

I wish the alt key on my keyboard hadn’t stopped working.

as contemptuous as I usually am toward about 98% of all commercials, I do have to admit that I think those Slowsky turtles in the comcast commercials are funny.

list of people I didn’t need to see while on vacation (vacation from what? I don’t know) in Cape May:

That is all.

I think Rick Reilly generally is slipping and definitely mails in about 7 out of every 8 articles he writes, but this one is right on point.

catching up on a ton of missed emails.

back to the grind. or the rat race. or whatever the hell you people with real jobs call it.

in cape may for a couple days. when i’m come back, i’ll be slightly more married than i was before.

packing up for a few days in cape may, to celebrate the ol’ anniversary.