irony.

in classic 'us' form, we had to go eat at ovations last night because we had a gift certificate that expired...last night. the meal was ok, but not great. the atmosphere was nice, but i'm glad we didn't have to pay full price. anyway, as we were walking back to the car in the ramp, i heard the distinguishable noise of moon boots clomping through the ramp. it was a guy wearing patent leather hot shorts, a t-shirt that was pretty small, and moon boots. then he got in his camry and left. weird considering what i thought to be a random beastie boys lyric blog title i used yesterday.

i got out for a nice 1:15 after work. i'm easing back into this training thing for sure, but it felt good to get out. i still haven't cleaned up my mountain bike. i'm a slacker.

the brewers are in a free fall right now. it's almost like they have been unable to shake the kick in the junk that losing gallardo was. plus, the houston and florida offenses are no match for the brewers staff. they need to add someone to that pitching rotation and fast...and i don't mean jeff weaver although he could help.

our dog is medicated and may have to wear a giant cone. as if he wasn't dopey enough to start with. antibiotics for an infected cyst on his back and anti-inflammatories for a bum toe. what a wuss. he probably stubbed it when he was stealing our socks. or maybe it was when he was shaking the couch pillows?

happy thursday.

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