TED KENNEDY FOR PRESIDENT! WHY SETTLE?
It is 5:32 a.m. and Patrick is in bed and Junior is in bed and it is 47.3 degrees F. and we have a winter weather advisory, whatever the hell that is. Blowing like hell all night.
One Year ago today: It is 8:25 a.m and 17.1 degrees out. Patrick is on my lap.
FROM THE INBOX, A variation on an old joke:
Two 90-year-old women, Rose and Barb, had been friends all of their lives. When
it was clear that Rose was dying, Barb visited her every day. One day Barb said,
"Rose, we both loved playing women's softball all our lives, and we played in
all through High School. Please do me one favor: when you get to Heaven, somehow
you
must let me know if there's women's softball there."
Rose looked up at Barb from her deathbed, "Barb, you've been my best friend for
many years. If it's at all possible, I'll do this favor for you." Shortly aft er
that, Rose passed on.
At midnight a couple of nights later, Barb was awakened from a sound sleep by a
blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to her, "Barb, Barb."
"Who is it?" asked Barb, sitting up suddenly. "Who is it?"
"Barb -- it's me, Rose."
"You're not Rose. Rose just died."
"I'm telling you, it's me, Rose," insisted the voice
"Rose! Where are you?"
"In Heaven," replied Rose. "I have some really good news and a little bad news."
"Tell me the good news first," said Barb.
"The good news," Rose said, "is that there's Softball in Heaven. Better yet, all
of our old buddies who died before us are here, too. Better than that, we're all
young again. Better still, it's always springtime, and it never rains or snows.
And best of all, we can play softball all we want, and we never get tired"
"That's fantastic," said Barb.. "It's beyond my wildest dreams! So what's the <>bad news?"
"You're pitching Tuesday."
go gators!
One Year ago today: It is 8:25 a.m and 17.1 degrees out. Patrick is on my lap.
Two years ago today:
FROM THE INBOX, A variation on an old joke:
Two 90-year-old women, Rose and Barb, had been friends all of their lives. When
it was clear that Rose was dying, Barb visited her every day. One day Barb said,
"Rose, we both loved playing women's softball all our lives, and we played in
all through High School. Please do me one favor: when you get to Heaven, somehow
you
must let me know if there's women's softball there."
Rose looked up at Barb from her deathbed, "Barb, you've been my best friend for
many years. If it's at all possible, I'll do this favor for you." Shortly aft er
that, Rose passed on.
At midnight a couple of nights later, Barb was awakened from a sound sleep by a
blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to her, "Barb, Barb."
"Who is it?" asked Barb, sitting up suddenly. "Who is it?"
"Barb -- it's me, Rose."
"You're not Rose. Rose just died."
"I'm telling you, it's me, Rose," insisted the voice
"Rose! Where are you?"
"In Heaven," replied Rose. "I have some really good news and a little bad news."
"Tell me the good news first," said Barb.
"The good news," Rose said, "is that there's Softball in Heaven. Better yet, all
of our old buddies who died before us are here, too. Better than that, we're all
young again. Better still, it's always springtime, and it never rains or snows.
And best of all, we can play softball all we want, and we never get tired"
"That's fantastic," said Barb.. "It's beyond my wildest dreams! So what's the <>bad news?"
"You're pitching Tuesday."
go gators!
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