The Final Standings
Good game last night. I didn’t/don’t really care about either team all that much (read: at all), so I was basically just rooting for an exciting game. And so, with the bar set appropriately low, I have little to complain about. (Sorry, I know it’s poor grammar to end a sentence with a preposition. Ahem. “…I have little to complain about, bitches.”)
While watching Rod Flanders throw the game-losing Pick Six last night, I was reminded of a conversation my friends and I had a few weeks ago. I think it was Bagel who asked the hypothetical question: “If you owned an NFL team, and you could pick any quarterback to play for you for just one game, to win the Super Bowl, who would it be?”
It’s one of those questions where there is no “right” answer, except in this case there is a right answer, and it’s Tom Brady. But that didn’t stop the following hypothetical political lyrical miracle whip from taking place:
Chris: Peyton Manning!
Bagel: Peyton Manning!
Ryan: Peyton Manning!
Jon: Seriously, you guys need to get the hell out of my house.
And so of course Peyton blew it yesterday. The lesson there is… I don’t know. Sometimes there is no lesson. Anyway, here are the final results for the First Annual Extraneous Kickassery Four Team Pool of Awesomeness and Probably Tax-Deductibleness Survey:
| Points | Earnings | |
| Chris | 50 | $106 |
| Some Guy | 42 | $42 |
| Mike | 38 | $10 |
| Jon | 37 | $2 |
| Red | 37 | $2 |
| Falwless | 36 | -$6 |
| Tony Alva | 30 | -$54 |
| Mo | 24 | -$102 |
Congratulations to Chris for his historic win. And thanks to everyone for playing, it was a lot of fun. (And thanks to Dean over at JHB Sports for running the league.) For those of you that have some money coming your way, consider yourselves lucky that I won enough cash to cover the cost of postage. Just shoot me an email with your mailing address, PayPal account, or the name of whichever poverty stricken child in some third world country you’d like me to sponsor in your honor, and we’ll get this baby wrapped up.
And for those of you that owe money, we can work out a payment plan if necessary. (“Payment plan” in this context means: Plan on paying me, sucka.)
Speaking of honor, Chris has already asked that I donate his Grand Prize winnings (as well as the $44 I owe him from his YWYT league) to the “Save the Baby Kittens in Haiti” Relief Fund. That’s awfully charitable of him don’t you think? I’m going to have a giant oversized novelty check drawn up this afternoon just in case there’s a press conference.
Okay, Chris didn’t actually say that. He probably wants his money. (Don’t you, Chris? Go ahead– tell the whole Internet how much you hate kittens, you selfish bastard. Or can you no longer type on your golden, jewel-encrusted keyboard?)
That’s it. No more football posts for at least 6 months. You’re welcome.
Nobody beats the Blizz(ard)
Guess who reads my blog? Baby Jesus!! It’s true! How else can you explain these seemingly unrelated events:
- Three days ago I wrote about how much I love the snow.
- The forecast for this weekend: Lots and lots of snow.
Coincidence? Ha! Yeah right, heathen.
If local weather reports are to be believed, Baltimore is expecting anywhere between 16 inches and “OMG WE’RE ALL GOING TO DIE FROM THE IMPENDING SNOWPOCALYPSE!!!!” Maybe everyone’s just overreacting. Maybe not. I don’t know. I suppose there’s a chance that hordes of Abominable Snowmen will descend upon Baltimore, take over the city, mate with our women, and start attending our private schools. And then we’ll have to tunnel east through the snow drifts and start a new underwater society amongst the Chesapeake Bay Sea People. Stranger things have happened, I suppose.
So yeah, big storm’s a-coming. Which sucks, because my plans for this weekend were going to be: “sit on my couch and watch football.” But now, because of all the snow, I’m going to have to “sit on my couch and watch football” instead. Oh, the humanity!!
Hey, speaking of football, did you know there’s a game on this weekend? It’s true. The Super something-or-other. (Ball maybe? The Super Ball? Does that sound right? I don’t know.) Well as it turns out, they hold this thing every single year, regardless of whether the Patriots are in it or not. You could argue that it’s false advertising, and you’d be right, but the “Mediocre Bowl” just doesn’t have the same ring to it I guess. Whatevs.
Prediction: Indianapolis Flandersssess.
But Jon! What about your Four Team Pool of Awesomeness? What are the various Super Bowl implications and scenarios? Good question.
It all comes down to this final game. This one’s for all the marbles. Actually, that’s not entirely true. My buddy Chris somehow picked both the Colts and the Saints, so I guess what I should have written back there was: “It does NOT in fact come down to this final game. Chris has already won.” Good for him. His marbles will be delivered shortly.
I’ll post the final standings on Monday. (You know, assuming I don’t get a visit from the Irony Fairy and throw my back out shoveling snow this weekend.)
Better keep the egghead, he just might come in handy
Old news at this point, but perhaps some of you out there in Interweb land have been following the “Paul Shirley [hearts] Haiti” situation. It’s fascinating to me for a number of reasons, not the least of which is because I needed something to post about today. And “stuff that happened last week” is about as close to Current Events as I get.
Here’s the Cliffs Notes version: Paul Shirley is a (former?) NBA journeyman who also happens to be a very talented and entertaining writer. I use the word “journeyman” not just because he’s a member of the Steve Perry fan club, but because he’s also the President. Wait, that’s probably not true. Regardless, the guy is a borderline-at-best NBA player. And he writes stuff on the internet.
So last week he wrote a blog post about Haiti, in which he took the controversial position that we [society] shouldn’t just blindly throw money at the Haitians, without first examining some of the factors that led up to their current predicament. He stops just short of using the “Those bitches were totally asking for it; I mean did you see what they were wearing?” defense, but his comments were controversial nonetheless.
Unfortunately, Freedom of Speech is not the same as Freedom of Having Your Own Internet Column, and Mr. Shirley was fired immediately following his post.
So here’s my take: I don’t agree with a lot of what Mr. Shirley wrote, but at the same time, good for him for writing it. There’s nothing wrong with having a controversial point of view, instead of just blindly following the popular opinion. Besides, I’m pretty sure stuff you write on the Internet doesn’t actually count. (See: Kickassery, Extraneous.)
Anyway, after reading about the controversy last week, I remembered how much I like Paul Shirley’s writing (subject matter notwithstanding.) So I went out and bought his autobiography Can I Keep My Jersey, and proceeded to read the hell out of it this past weekend. Here’s my review: Good! (Hooray for books!)
Now at this point you’re probably thinking one of two things:
1. Wait, I didn’t know Jon could read!
2. I wonder if they sell harem pants at the mall?
When I was a kid I used to read books all the time. But once that word got out, I started receiving books as gifts, whereas before family members would remark, “For Jon? No, he’s illiterate. Buy him a shirt. He likes wearing shirts I think.”
Well as it turns out, I did like wearing shirts. So of course I had to put an end to all those pesky book rumors.
So back to the Paul Shirley book. Honestly, this was the first “real” book I’ve read in at least a year. Maybe longer. You see, I do the vast majority of my reading through audio books. Here’s why: Because I’m awesome. Here’s another reason: My time is far too valuable to waste just sitting around staring at something that doesn’t rhyme with “nellivision.” And since I do lots of traveling for work, I got the bright idea awhile back to pass all that windshield time with some fancy book learnin’.
Besides, I’ve said it before, but if I’m going to pay upwards of $15 American for a book, the least the author can do is read it to me. Right? I mean that’s only fair. I’m pretty sure that’s how Batman reads his books too.
Of course, now I get a lot of grief for my book reading preference from people like my wife, who reads books the old-fashioned way. But here’s the thing I don’t understand: It’s exactly the same information! Why should it matter whether said information enters your brain through your eyes or your ears? Your brain still processes the words in exactly the same manner. So it’s basically exactly the same, only my way is twice as efficient. Alas, this isn’t the first “it doesn’t matter what hole it goes in” argument I’ve lost over the years with my wife. (I kiiid, I kiiid.)
So now my secret is out. Hey, you know what? All this free talk therapy is, like, really helping. So if anyone out there wants to recommend any good books and/or “books” that you think I’d enjoy, please to be doing so.
Groundhog’s Day Eve
Filed under: Informer, Putting the "me" in Awesome, Tag Jacking |
Comments (6) Hey, hey! Remember me? No? Fair enough. You know, it’s not that I haven’t tried to blog recently. Why, just the other day I logged on to my trusty PC and started typing away. Unfortunately, my computer crashed and I got an error message stating “System Failure: Your Life Is Too Boring.” True story! I don’t understand why my computer feels the need to judge me so harshly. But I’m pretty sure that’s how Terminator started, so I’m just going to accept it.
So anyway, the past couple weeks have been a veritable fecal storm of swamptasticness. The vague, personal crisis I alluded to last week has more-or-less worked itself out. (Huzzah!) But I’m not big on the whole “writing about my feelings” thing, so let’s just move on.
[See what I did there? I just wrote an entire paragraph about how I never write anything, and then another whole paragraph about how I’m not going to explain some mysterious event that makes sense to exactly no one. You know, I’m not sure why more people don’t nominate me for writing awards. Probably Anti-Semitism.]
In other news: it snowed over the weekend! Woo-hoo!! I love snow. And I don’t mean that in a Nineties Canadian Reggae-Rapper kind of way. (Well, not just in that way.) As you know, I’ve lived here in Bawl’mer for about the past 12 years or so. Here’s a comprehensive list of all the things I miss about Boston:
- Winning baseball
- Favorable ratio of New Kids on the Block to gangland murders
- My family (because they’re currently reading this)
- SNOW!!
You see, here in Bawl’mer, we don’t really get much snow during the winter. We’ll typically get a dusting here and there, and maybe one big storm per season. Only in this context, “big storm” means about 3 inches of icy slush and OMG WE’RE ALL GOING TO DIE BECAUSE THERE’S NOT ENOUGH MILK AND TOILET PAPER HON!!!!! (Good times, Baltimore. Good times.)
Well so far this winter has been the exception. We’ve actually been hit pretty hard with the white stuff. It’s as if Mother Nature took a break from baking Global Warming cookies to star in a Japanese bukkake video. (Sorry, that was uncalled for; global warming is nothing to joke about.) But seriously, this was like our third or fourth snowfall of the year, and it’s barely even February. Also, I could really go for some cookies right now.
So the good news is: we got about 5 or 6 inches of snow on Saturday. The bad news is: I’m apparently the only person in my household that understands the complex inner workings of a shovel. Thus, any and all shoveling duties at Kickass Manor fell on my (ruggedly masculine) shoulders. Whatevs. But as soon as I finished shoveling, I got to take my big, environment-hating truck out for a spin, amidst all the snowy mayhem. It was fully awesome in every way. Driving around aimlessly in the snow is always good times in my book. And my book is called: “Donuts: Not just for fat people!” (On sale now!)
Speaking of books, I read (almost) two of them over the weekend. Seriously! But I’m going to save that edge-of-your-seat thrill ride for tomorrow. I should probably ease back into this whole blogging thing, so that I don’t pull an internet muscle or something. (And no, that’s not a euphemism for looking at porn. Sickos.)
Tomorrow. Mark it down.
Shameless self-promotion; Kittens
Jesus Facebooking Christ, has it really been over a week since my last post? How about that. It’s weird– there’s been plenty of stuff going on here recently; stuff that should have made for some entertaining posts. But I just haven’t been able to connect the dots for some reason. Not sure why that is.
Anyway, the past 2 weeks I’ve been dealing with a little situation here in Personal Life Land. (And not the good, Jersey Shore type of “Situation” either.) But things are slowly working themselves out, which is good news. We’ll file that one under: “no one has any idea what the hell you’re talking about, Jon.” Excelsior!
Speaking of MTV’s Jersey Shore, I stayed up way past my bedtime last night to watch the season finale & reunion special. I have to admit, I really enjoyed this show. Nice work, MTV! Can you remember the last time a show on MTV had this kind of cultural impact? I mean, sure, the Real World started this whole reality television craze, but that show stopped being relevant like 10 years ago. One of life’s great mysteries, I guess.
Luckily, I’m willing to bet we haven’t seen the last of these idiot guidos. Which is just fine by me. And in the Silver Linings Department, maybe now we can get some new episodes of It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, now that Danny DeVito is finished playing the role of “Snooki.” (What? I can’t be the only one who thinks that’s funny.)
Moving on then. I went to go see that Smurfs: The Battle for Endor Avatar movie all the kids are talking about. It was pretty good, even if it cost me $42 American to go to the ghat damn IMAX theater. (No worries though, my wallet’s like the opera: nothing but high notes.) I’m going to write a full review over on my other blog. In fact, maybe I’ve already done that. You should go check. No? How about now? Still nothing? Huh. Maybe I’ll get to it this weekend.
Speaking of this weekend, guess what tomorrow is? My birthday! (And to a lesser extent, my twin brother Mike’s birthday.) Yay me!!
Damn I’m getting old. 35 this year. Thirty-freakin-five. I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to have a mid-life crisis soon. I don’t know. I don’t really feel anything yet, maybe next year. Although to be honest, I’m kind of looking forward to my mid-life crisis; I’ve always wanted a sports car.
Lastly, here are the teams still in play this weekend in our Four Team Pool of Awesomeness:
Chris: Colts, Saints
Falwless: Jets
Old Man River: Vikings
Full standings next week. Giddyup.
Divisional Preview
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Comments (14) Today’s post gets filed under “real life is currently kinda shitty, so I’m just going to talk about sports.” Sometimes you gots to positate the negatives, know what I mean? Of course you do. When life throws a pie in your face, you make yourself a nice cool glass of piemonade.
How about a quick Four Team Pool of Awesomeness update, and then we’ll dive into this weekend’s playoff matchups? Current standings heading into the Divisional Playoffs are as follows:
| Totals | Points | Earnings | Teams Remaining |
| Some Guy | 42 | $60 | Chargers |
| Mike | 38 | $28 | Cowboys, Cardinals |
| Red | 37 | $20 | Ravens |
| Chris | 36 | $12 | Colts, Saints |
| Batman | 35 | $4 | Vikings |
| Falwless | 34 | -$4 | Jets |
| Tony Alva | 30 | -$36 | —- |
| Mo | 24 | -$84 | —- |
Things are really heating up now aren’t they? Vinnie Johnson-style. (Note: anyone who gets that reference is automatically my BFF.) Mike and Chris seem to be in the best position right now, but that could easily change. Can the Vikings somehow salvage my season? Will Chris score an All-YWYT Super Bowl? Will my buddy Mo ever talk to me again? All good questions.
Let’s break down this weekend’s games.
Cardinals at Saints (-7)
It’s hard not to root for the Saints in this one, given how much they’ve meant to the city of New Orleans in recent years. And the Saints really have helped the community so much, even if it’s just that special “imaginary” type of help that doesn’t involve giving out food, clothing, shelter, money, insurance or jobs. But still, they’re doing God’s work down there. Saints should win this one pretty easily.
New Baltimore at Old Baltimore (-7)
Remember that old movie The Hand That Rocks the Cradle, starring Rebecca De Mornay? Well I was watching it the other day on Lifetime. (Because, you know, why wouldn’t I be?) Anyway, I had forgotten this, but Rebecca De Moray’s character is named… wait for it… Peyton Flanders!! I’m not even making that up. Peyton Flanders. How awesome is that?
Unfortunately, that’s about the only awesome thing about this game. I hate both of these teams with a white hot passion. Is it too much to ask that this game gets moved to Haiti? (What, too soon?) Colts win.
Cowboys at Vikings (-3)
This game is Exhibit A in the “why gambling makes everything better” argument. I’m clearly pulling for the Vikings here, whereas under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t really give a shit one way or the other. (Although, I think I have more readers from Minnesota than I do from Texas. So there’s that.) But with my luck, whichever team I root for will automatically lose. And OMG I just remembered how much I love the Cowboys!! I sure hope they win!! Can Christmas come twice in the same year?? I guess we’ll see. Cowboys. Mark it down.
J-E-T-S at San Diego Electric Gliders (-8)
Everyone’s saying the Jets are this year’s “sleeper” team. Well that’s just code for “this team was terrible most of the year, but somehow snuck into the playoffs, and so now everyone’s piling on their bandwagon.” Can they beat the Chargers? Maybe. I don’t know. Honestly, I stopped caring about this blog post 3 paragraphs ago. I’m going with the Chargers here.
In other news: Ghat dammit Patriots.
Bears Beets Battlestar Galactica
I know, I know. You’re all anxiously awaiting a Four Team Pool update. The regular season is over, and The Playoffs are right around the corner. And I mean literally right around the corner. They’re lurking in the shadowy recess behind your house, waiting to hit you with a sack of nickels when you get home from work today. Can you feel it? It’s truly a magical time of year.
Well here’s the thing. I don’t want to talk about football this week. There’s a certain playoff matchup coming up this weekend that is far too significant in its…ummm….significance. A certain home team playing against another certain home team. It’s basically the Super Bowl for my heart. I mean, who should I root for? I can’t decide. It’s like having to pick which of your kids you love the most, only one of your kids is fat and ugly and generally sucks, and the other one is so radiantly awesome you have to look at it through a hole in a cardboard box so that you don’t burn your retinas.
So yeah. Not talking about football until next Monday.
In other news, I went to Best Buy last night because I had a $25 gift certificate to spend. (I know- Living the Dream.) So I was browsing around, looking at some DVDs and whatnot, and I came across that Battlestar Galactica show that all the kids are talking about. (Or were talking about, anyway. For the sake of my story, let’s pretend it’s still 2007.)
So anyway, I’ve heard good things about the show but have never watched a single episode. And did I mention I had a $25 gift certificate? Well the rocket surgeons out there can probably figure out what happened next: I walked over to the digital camera aisle and took pictures of my junk. Ha ha, just kidding. I bought the hell out of that Battlestar Galactica DVD. Blu Ray, bitches!
But wait! That’s not even the point of my story. (Oh yes, there’s a point.) As I was paying for my new DVD, the Best Buy cashier noticed my selection, and his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. His skin and hair also lit up, although that probably had more to do with the fluorescent lights reflecting off of his greasy complexion. The following exchange ensued:
Cashier: OMG!!! DID YOU SEE THE SERIES FINALE??!
Me: Uhh..no. Just getting started with the show. Season One.
Cashier: OMG, IT’S SOOOO UNBELIEVABLY AWESOME!!! IT’S GOING TO BLOW YOUR MIND!!!
Me: Good to know. You’re not making me uncomfortable at all.
Cashier: DID YOU USED TO WATCH THE OLD SHOW??
Me: Yeah, when I was a kid. It was pretty good.
Cashier: THIS IS SOOOO MUCH BETTER. WELL IT’S BASICALLY THE SAME BUT ONE OF THE DUDES IS A GIRL NOW. A GIRL!!!!! OMG IT’S SO AWESOME.
Me: Yes…ummm…girls are pretty awesome. Especially real life ones. Ever seen one of those? (Ha! I didn’t actually say that last part.)
I then finished my transaction as quickly as I could, and got the hell out of there.
So my question is this: What the hell have I gotten myself into? Is this how I’m going to start acting after watching this show? Do I have to watch the show from inside a plastic bubble, so that I don’t catch “nerd”?? Am I at risk of accidentally swallowing my retainer? I don’t even have a retainer! They really need to start putting some sort of Surgeon General’s warning on DVD jackets.
(And yes, I realize that “telling my computer friends about my trip to the electronics store” probably disqualifies me from making fun of nerds. But you know what? Irony is for suckers. Shut up.)
Now go over to Chris’ blog and sign up for his Celebrity Death Pool. Do it. Do it now!
Twenty Oh Ten
Well we’re exactly 5 days into the New Year, and so far it’s exactly like that old science fiction movie 2010 predicted: mind-numbingly boring. (Something wonderful is about to happen, my ass.) At least New Year’s Eve was pretty good, I suppose. How about a quick recap?
Now, it’s important to realize that there are only two types of people on New Year’s Eve:
- Heavy drinkers
- Terrorists
You’re either one or the other; there’s no middle ground. So, not wanting to run into either out on the road Thursday night, a few friends just came over to my house and we spent the evening drinking ourselves silly baking cookies for the homeless. (Sadly, my friends “dignity” and “self-respect” weren’t able to make it.) Good times were had by all. And if I remember correctly, I was exceedingly witty and charming the entire evening.
Then I took a nap, because charity work is very strenuous.
Friday I woke up at the crack of 3:00pm, and quickly got to work piecing together details of the previous night. It was like my own little episode of CSI: New Year’s Eve, as I used forensic evidence to solve such mysteries as “Why is the ceiling sticky?” and “Where are my pants?” Good times.
[*puts sunglasses on*] Looks like somebody had a little too much… cham-PAIN last night. Yeeeeaaaaaaaahhh….!
(/Horatio Caine’d)
I had planned to go over to my buddy Chris’s house New Year’s Day, but unfortunately I received an unwelcomed visit from the Hangover Fairy, rendering me unable to do much of anything. It’s probably for the best though, as I doubt my sickly moaning and noxious odors would have impressed any of Chris’s guests. Chris, maybe, but not his guests.
Luckily, I woke up Saturday morning feeling great. But of course that didn’t last very long. Sunday afternoon I was back in bed, this time with some sort of wack stomach flu. At least I think it was the flu, I don’t know. Despite what I tell teenage girls at the mall, I’m not actually a Board-certified doctor. So yeah, bitch-slapped by karma I guess. Whatevs. Took the day off work yesterday (because 3 day weekends are for suckers), and I’m finally feeling back to normal today.
So this all leads me to my New Year’s Resolutions for 2010. Which of course, don’t exist. Setting goals is great and all, but once you set goals, then you have to actually “achieve” them. And what happens if I can’t do it? I don’t think my fragile self-esteem could handle a blow like that. I mean, it’s bad enough I’m made up entirely of flabbiness and sloth; I don’t also want to be a failure.
Slow and Easy
We can go ahead and add Christmas 2009 to the list of “Holidays I’ve Kicked in the Nuts”. Everything went off without a hitch last week, which was a huge slice of fantastic. I love it when a plan comes together. Let’s do a brief recap, shall we?
Here’s a picture of our tree, all decorated for the holidays. Angie and I decided to go green this year, and just decorate one of our existing house plants, rather than kill the environment by chopping down a new tree that we would then just throw away sometime next fall. Of course, “going green” may or may not just be code for “ghat damn we’re some lazy folk,” but I’m sticking with the environmental angle, just in case Santa Claus is still listening.
I bought this tree for Angie last year for our anniversary (you know, because I’m a romantic), and it did the job quite nicely. I think from now on we should just decorate random household objects each year, rather than get caught up in the whole Tree Buying Scam. Besides, I like to maintain laser-like aim on keeping things as simple as possible. Unfortunately, over-simplification can often be construed as poor craftsmanship. (It could also be that I am a poor craftsmanshipper.) Just to be safe, I had Angie take care of all Christmasization duties at Kickass Manor. And she delivered like Karl Malone at a gun show.
I’m fortunate that Angie has taught me all about Christmas over the years. Before I met my lovely wife, most of what I knew about Christmas I had learned from watching holiday specials on television. But it turns out, gifts like “a child’s laughter” and “good will towards men” are not in fact acceptable Christmas presents for your family. Who knew? Luckily, thanks to the good folks over at MasterCard (Baby Jesus Division), we all managed to have a very satisfying holiday.
And tomorrow is New Years Eve. Personally, I can’t wait for this year to end. For many reasons (none of which I’m going to talk about on my blog), 2009 has been just a terrible year here in Kickassville. Oh sure, there have been a few bright spots along the way, but for the most part, 2009 was the Worst Year Ever. So good riddance, I say. Good effing riddance.
Now of course I can’t leave you on a down note. So here’s the funniest video I’ve seen all week. It’s the Jersey Shore’s “Snooki Punch,” reenacted by dogs. This one gets filed under “Why the Internet was invented.”
Happy New Year everybody…
Jebusmus Eve
Filed under: Christmas Stalkings, Is there anybody out there? |
Comments (8) Work is pretty damn slow today. I think there might be some sort of holiday this week. I don’t know. Why am I even here today? (Oh yeah- because Christmas isn’t going to pay for itself. Stupid freeloading holiday.) But the fact remains I’m stuck here at work for the next couple of hours. So I guess I’ll just spend all morning reading blogs to pass the time. Especially your blog, because it’s by far the awesomest.
(Look, it’s better than watching you while you sleep, like that sketchy perv Santa Claus. That’s right old man, I said it.)
But to get you all Christmas Spirited up, here’s one of the funniest Baby Jesus-themed movie clips ever:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5A0-u85aAYg&feature=related
“Dear Lord Baby Jesus, lying there in your little ghost manger, lookin’ at your Baby Einstein developmental videos, learnin’ ’bout shapes and colors…”
Cracks me up every time.
Happy Holidays everybody!
