Click here for my epilogue to the season over at Thunder Matt's Saloon. Out of all of the things I've written for that site, this is amongst my proudest moments. No swears either.
On a lighter note, I grilled chicken tonight. As I'm standing over the grill, I look to my right and as if on cue, our neighbor's chickens come out to their coop and just stare at me. Their eyes scold me.
"How dare you."
I wonder if they knew the chicken that I'm grilling. It's certainly not out of the realm of possibility. A wave of guilt swept over me. A shame spiral.
Alas, that shame only lasted a few minutes. I got a really good do' on that chicken.
Later this week, we'll try to publish our extensive 'Summer Recap' post. Then next weekend, my dad and stepmom Chris come into town for the Chicago Marathon. This is the kind of coverage that continues to make The Handfelt Happy Hour the #1 Handfelt Blog on the internet.
2 comments:
Ya' know what I would have told those chickens? "Skeet skeet, chickens!! Barack Obama you stupid chickens! BARACK OBAMA!!"
Rooting for the Cubs is your problem. What did you expect from my boys in blue? Did you not take into consideration that we'd have Manny Being Manny? C'mon, bro, even the XR4TI crew about that. A good take none-the-less.
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