All I want for Christmas is...a laptop! ;-)

It's poor-man's blog again. (MS Word on a disconnected network.) I could get used to this laptop thing. Of course having an internet connection would make the deal even sweeter, but alas. Maybe when I get big I can get a laptop. When I get real big.

The sweetest part of the whole deal is I can watch the Bears lose while I blog. Of course, watching the Bears lose while doing anything makes it better.

The Pack seems to be for real this year. There isn't a person on the planet that would have picked them to start out 9-1. I would have guessed they'd be 3-7 at this point. It's a long road to the Super Bowl, but is sure would be saweet!

Why do they bother making a Chevy Tahoe Hybrid?

Why do dogs roll in stink?

These are the questions that run through my head.

We took Toby to the Dog exercise area today and he ran like a dog possessed. He had a blast with Yoshi the French Bulldog and with Coco the poodle mix. He was covered in dog slime by the end of the 40 minutes and badly needs a bath. He smells like dog, which fits I guess.

Ben actually got peed on by a boxer/pit mix. He was crouched down and I think the dog was just asserting himself. It's happened before, so maybe there's more to it. Maybe it's the smell of his socks.

It's off to the Northland on Wednesday for the Thanksgiving weekend. Of course the weather forecast is for rain/snow mix. Throw an SUV with bad tires into the mix and it should make for an interesting trek.

Ah, the holidays. It seems like we just left them. It's a little like the yellow pages coming what seems like every 90 days. It's just become such a commercial gorge. Sad, but true. The kids have a great time with all of their cousins and it's always good to see family, so I can't complain. We'll do the NY trek this Christmas, so it' travel until you can't anymore.

We'll my back is starting to spasm and I must direct my coaching skills so the Seahawks can finish off the Bears. What a pre-Thanksgiving treat that would be.

Will blog when I can again; likely after Turkey day.

Happy feasting.

Blogging off.

Jim

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