Man, is it hot. I am sweating like Todd Akin at an Indigo Girls concert.
Roger Clemens's pitching comeback at 50 is not going well; every time a batter steps to the plate he yells;
"You punk, get off my lawn."
Is it just me, or do Mitt Romney and Paul Ryan look like the guys at the gym spotting each other on the bench press while checking out their hair in the mirror too much?
Paul Ryan is amazingly fit. Once, while campaigning in New Jersey, he ran fifteen laps around Gov. Chris Christie.
Partial list of nicknames for Wrigley Telluride Kaseberg:
Mister Wrigley
Wrigley T.
The Wrigger Digger Dawg
Mister Moose
Hound Doggy
His Nibs
Big Boy
No-nuts hassin' dawg
Cuddle Bunny
Butt-scratchin'-lovin'-dawg
T-Bone
Sir Scrounge Around Hound
The Whinerriemer
A Cuss
Puppy Paws Batterer
Mister Tummy Rubbins
Da' Bidness Dawg
Fuss Budget
Beauxchamps
Snooze Hound
Lazy Bones
Up and at 'em dawg
The Talker
Mister Frumpus
Schnookums
Da' Knuckleheadiest Dawg
No Sense Hasin' Dawg
Shameless Mamas Boy
'Dis here dawg
Spoiled-rotten Dawg
Schweat Pea
Mister Boo-hairs
We miss you something awful
Oh, the "Dick Move By a Prius Driver" Contest may be over. At least this will be hard to beat.
On our lovely trip to Santa Barbara we did not encounter one hostile gesture or move neither by drivers nor pedestrians. Everybody is very friendly.
Then a Prius driver hit a slow-walking fat guy in the street. The guy was OK, but then the Prius driver yelled at him for not watching where he was going.