Rat Fu

One night last week, as I sat in the recliner, THEGIRL walked up to me. I bent down, and she reached up, put a thumb in my nostril and used her other fingers to squeeze my nose. It was like having an angry crab attached to my nose.

I named that little move THEGIRL'S Nostril Claw of Death.

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I finally, FINALLY got the back faucet working. That is, after months of tinkering with the old one, trying to put in new valves that fit in the antiquated faucet, I replaced it altogether.

The new one looks pretty nice too. We have a matching one to put in the front.

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I dreamed I was chasing a rat. I kicked him, thus ending his sorry existence, and then proclaimed for all around that I’d used “rat fu” to do it.

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The fantasy baseball team Chris Martich and I co-manage is tied for first place with a 5-1 record.

Danny Henley’s Kamino Saber Darts, last year’s champs, are 2-4. And still he sends out weekly emails for the purpose of chest-thumping.

Henley, I’m writing you out of my will… ha!

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It’s Monday. Just keep moving.