I have a six hour round trip drive to see my wife’s family followed by getting on an airplane to see my family the following day. Oh, and we have a one-year-old who just learned how to walk. Landing back in Houston next weekend can’t come fast enough.
Coached sub-varsity high school basketball in a former life. Two calls I’ll never forget: 1. The other team’s coach calling a timeout while we had the ball. Twice. Timeout granted both times. 2. The other team’s coach yelling “foul him!” while down by one with about five seconds left. My point guard gets murdered, turns the ball over, we lose by one on the ensuing layup. Apparently neither ref was “watching the ball.”
I think a huge distinction that was somewhat vaguely implied in your article is the quality of leftovers from a restaurant vs. leftovers from homemade food. Restaurant leftovers, for whatever reason, rarely live up to the original, whereas homemade leftovers are often times just as good. For me, restaurant leftovers equal “I paid for the whole meal so I’m eventually going to eat the whole meal,” versus cooking at home with the intent of having leftovers in an attempt to be both efficient and economic.
Wildest thing I’ve ever seen regarding leftovers is when I was a kid the doctor my mom worked for had a protege come to the U.S. from Japan and study under him for several months. Guy brought his wife and kids with him and they immediately wanted McDonald’s (this was early 1990’s) so we took them all out to eat. The family proceeded to order like they were at a Michelin star restaurant. Everyone ordered a salad, several burgers / nuggets, and a dessert. When they inevitably couldn’t finish they took all the leftovers home for later. Childhood me was a combination of awefounded and dumbstruck.
We did the whole blood test thing and will re-do it again in a few months for confirmation on the findings (I guess the results can change when they’re really young), but hoping this is but a phase for him.
And 19th, I’m happy that you’re happy that I’m alive. Had to take a little hiatus from life to handle some personal stuff this summer. Happy to be back.
My young son recently showed signs of having a peanut butter allergy and I spent some time on Halloween night feeling bad for future him if he can’t ever enjoy the perfection that is a Reese’s.
(And my pride is a little hurt at the thought of having “that kid who’s allergic to peanut butter”.)
And Llewelyn wasn’t an innocent bystander. He stole $2mm from a drug dealer, but then could have walked away at any time (at least until Anton shows up).
Hey sleep apnea guy – wear your mask no matter what when you’re drunk. Your breathing gets much worse and you are far more likely to suffer a serious non-breathing episode (i.e. Reggie White yourself).
Signed, a fellow sufferer who passed out drunk sans mask and almost quit breathing while home alone one weekend
If I was a divorce lawyer I’d stand outside Ikea and pass out my business cards to people waiting in the loading dock. Trying to put together that furniture ruins more relationships than infidelity and alcoholism combined.
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I have a six hour round trip drive to see my wife’s family followed by getting on an airplane to see my family the following day. Oh, and we have a one-year-old who just learned how to walk. Landing back in Houston next weekend can’t come fast enough.
Crank out a kid and every month thereafter becomes the most expensive of your entire life.
Did that guy with the dog write “grandpaw” on purpose? Come on, man.
Coached sub-varsity high school basketball in a former life. Two calls I’ll never forget: 1. The other team’s coach calling a timeout while we had the ball. Twice. Timeout granted both times. 2. The other team’s coach yelling “foul him!” while down by one with about five seconds left. My point guard gets murdered, turns the ball over, we lose by one on the ensuing layup. Apparently neither ref was “watching the ball.”
Will, what’s your take on the dickey?
If oatmeal gives you diarrhea, you might want to see your GI doc. Something aint right in your insides.
Some of the best Saturday nights are two friends, a random game or movie on the TV, and a bottle of whiskey.
I think a huge distinction that was somewhat vaguely implied in your article is the quality of leftovers from a restaurant vs. leftovers from homemade food. Restaurant leftovers, for whatever reason, rarely live up to the original, whereas homemade leftovers are often times just as good. For me, restaurant leftovers equal “I paid for the whole meal so I’m eventually going to eat the whole meal,” versus cooking at home with the intent of having leftovers in an attempt to be both efficient and economic.
Wildest thing I’ve ever seen regarding leftovers is when I was a kid the doctor my mom worked for had a protege come to the U.S. from Japan and study under him for several months. Guy brought his wife and kids with him and they immediately wanted McDonald’s (this was early 1990’s) so we took them all out to eat. The family proceeded to order like they were at a Michelin star restaurant. Everyone ordered a salad, several burgers / nuggets, and a dessert. When they inevitably couldn’t finish they took all the leftovers home for later. Childhood me was a combination of awefounded and dumbstruck.
Chili? Other soups and stews? Lasagna and/or casseroles in general? Meatloaf?This list is egregiously lacking for an “authority on leftovers”.
I see that look on my wife’s face all the time.
We did the whole blood test thing and will re-do it again in a few months for confirmation on the findings (I guess the results can change when they’re really young), but hoping this is but a phase for him.
And 19th, I’m happy that you’re happy that I’m alive. Had to take a little hiatus from life to handle some personal stuff this summer. Happy to be back.
My young son recently showed signs of having a peanut butter allergy and I spent some time on Halloween night feeling bad for future him if he can’t ever enjoy the perfection that is a Reese’s.
(And my pride is a little hurt at the thought of having “that kid who’s allergic to peanut butter”.)
I see dead people.
And Llewelyn wasn’t an innocent bystander. He stole $2mm from a drug dealer, but then could have walked away at any time (at least until Anton shows up).
Dipped all they down to 65 in Houston this week and decided to celebrate by making a batch of chili. Haven’t lived that high since February.
Fine line between slob and party animal. Custom made guyaberra has never tipped the scales in the wrong direction and is one of my favorite looks.
Hey sleep apnea guy – wear your mask no matter what when you’re drunk. Your breathing gets much worse and you are far more likely to suffer a serious non-breathing episode (i.e. Reggie White yourself).
Signed, a fellow sufferer who passed out drunk sans mask and almost quit breathing while home alone one weekend
Hopefully two strippers at the same time.
I love the irony of you typing peak relaxation mode 2/7 since that’s how most of us are forced to live.
If I was a divorce lawyer I’d stand outside Ikea and pass out my business cards to people waiting in the loading dock. Trying to put together that furniture ruins more relationships than infidelity and alcoholism combined.