Howdy, MyBloggerstown:
Well, all is going ok here in the Zanadoo of the West. Niece Jethrene in extremely preggers and is due to pop any day. Her due date is right around Thanksgiving but common family consensus is she will go sooner. Everybody is excited to finally meet the little guy. He has been named for his pop, Briney,Jr. Crazy Sis and I spent all morning last Sunday staring at Jethrene's belly hoping to catch baby movements, much to Jethrene's annoyance.
Getting ready for tonight's Walking Dead season premier. (chips.. check, dip...check, pizza...check, adult beverage...check) All the talk is about who Negan will bludgeon to death with Lucille,the barbed wire wrapped Louisville Slugger. I'm gonna go way out on a limb here and say its Rick. That is who one would least expect. It would be a game changer, fer shure. Common guesses are Abraham, Glenn, Maggie, Eugene etc. We shall see. It goes without saying that I have no life.
Well, they did it again. My Dodgers are out of the World Series after getting beaten by the Cubs. The CUBS, for God's sake. Friggin' choke artists. (Bugg puts hands around throat, makes gagging sound). But they are my team come what may. I live in the hope of the eternal cry, "Wait'll next year".
I, and I'm willing to bet you too, are sick of this presidential election cycle. Both candidates are insufferable creeps. I do not unnnerstand why, in a country of 300 million souls, we cannot come up with any better choices than these two a--holes. I fear for our country, I really do. It's not the America we grew up in that's certain.
Well I guess that's all that's bothering me at the moment, blog pals. Gotta get up and make myself useful. Have a good week everyone.
reguards
yer perpetually whining pal
bugg