Speculation on Manning’s retirement is rampant in the media. It all ends sometime. Number 50 is a good end, if end it must be. Either way, the best to Manning and the Broncos – either way that ends.
Yesterday was a day. I wasn’t busy, just not able to stop once I got moving. I missed a day at the blog and must now start a run at a years posting all over again. Blah.
The near neighbors relatives have been busy trying to bother me again. The broken footed one has healed, I guess. He’s the one that took off on the bicycle and jumped the bar ditch. He landed short and suffered a very good impact.
I’d hoped he’d fall off as he made the jump in front of a truck. But the truck driver was alert and hesitated his run and the kid made it home – the cops were aware he’d broken his foot, just not how.
The following headline came out of Wichita. What thrill someone gains from watching a woman pee is beyond me, but evidently someone does:
Kinky. Unless you’re a Congressman from New York and like social exposure.
Which explains why I wear both a belt and suspenders, now that my butt and stomach are the same diameter and my britches have a tendency to slip fairly low – and quickly once they decide to go.
From the reaches,