Well damn… no wonder we got swept in that series!

Interestingly enough, 5-8 is both today’s date and my wife’s height.

Okay, that’s all. Carry on.

A few random neural firings:

• I almost forgot it was Cinco de Mayo yesterday. I made myself a “white trash margarita” (tequila + Baja Blast Mountain Dew).
• Also, last night I was reminded that I’ve never cared about anything less than the Met Gala.
• Today is my mom’s 64th birthday. “When I’m Sixty-Four” by the Beatles self-rec.
• In a couple of weeks, my wife and I are going to New Orleans for our church’s Synod Assembly. We were selected to be two of the lay-member voters along with our pastors, because the local bishop is retiring and we have to elect a new one. I explained this to my 15-year-old son, who replied, “Is the bishop retiring because he can only move diagonally?”

I guess it’s time to go back to not giving a crap about the NBA. Friggin’ Bandwagon State…

Yesterday I bought a new belt that was made entirely of interconnected wristwatches.

It was a complete waist of time.

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