ye olde crapfest

everybody get out your fall clothes, your fall shoes, your fall cutlery, etc., it is officially "that time of year."

we got punkins this weekend, though the carving has yet to happen. i'm still trying to figure out a way to top last years' fire-breathing wyld stallyns punkin. it's gonna be hard, trust me.

i also drank about a gallon of gin (okay. maybe not THAT much) this weekend. i can taste christmas trees.

well, i guess that's all i've got, except of course for this:

GO RED SOX!!!

and this:



oh, quick story...i was talking with mr. dan "dad" cops-a-feel last night, and he goes "i bet you like johnny damon, don't you." and i said "well, yeah! how'd you know?" and he said, "dang, isn't it obvious? he's like, soooo your type."

so i guess "my type" is a 70s style-baseball player with jesus-esque hair and indescernible ethnicity. that sounds about right.

make the catches, johnny damon! hit the balls! run the bases! w00t!