I know what Walter would do

The City of Minneapolis sent us a notice that our lilacs hung out too far into the alley so Mrs and I hacked the shit out of them yesterday. I think one of the neighbors called because that's what old lady widows do. That and she was pissed that the dogs took a squirt on her crab grass and other assorted weeds. The only thing that kinda chaps my hide is that the City basically gave us 6 days to complete the job. When I used to write shit like this up I gave you 10 days and re-inspected in 2 months and then gave you another couple of weeks.

I'd like to write more but the refrigerator is calling me out like a gunfighter.

More of mrs splendid Black Dog photography

I have a question for Mrs

Ok, so that last food drive when the grade school kids collected the bags off the front steps one of the items in the bag was mustard. Mustard? There's an item to build a meal around.

Last Dog of the season and I pulled out all the stops to get under 19 minutes. I wore a tighter fitting jersey, shaved one leg, wore the aero shoe covers and ate a package of Shot Bloks a half hour before the race.

I was able to hold my girth in the aero position for 6.5 of the 6.8 miles and rode an 18:36 which was within 8 seconds of my personal best 2 years ago on a tropically humid night.

And now we move on to cross season...

Last Black Dog of the season. We'll do a coupon exchange after the race!

Our pal Carla gave us her seats for the dress rehearsal scrimmage at TCF Bank Stadium last Saturday. It's a great venue, it's on campus, it's outdoors (football is an outdoor sport, period) and best of all some of my tax money funded it. I'd rather pay for stadiums than road improvements so you can get out to Honey Bear Lane out in the suburbs faster.

My neighbor is still fixing my lawnmower. Making me run down the parts and telling me he's not sure it will run even after he fixes it is giving the bastard his jollies. Little does he know I don't much care. Wait, I've told him I don't care.

Last torture session this evening on Black Dog Road. I'm not looking for any specific times. I have chosen a jersey for this evening. I wish I could get the Dragger down there (without riding it there, sporty) so I could race it with Mrs and any other chicks I could talk into it.

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...shit I fell asleep. Go back to work.

Fridays

Mrs has a 4 day weekend so close she can taste it so I'm resting up so I can entertain the shit out of her.

How bout a nooner?

Picture is posted for Mrs. Little Jimmy (I know it's Oliver) looks huge in Mrs arms. I bet Oliver could pick up Mrs these days.

Waiting for my laundry to finish.

Garage door guy came to fix the broken spring but didn't bring a spring so he duct taped it together.

Giants and Reds are on tv right now with at least 700 people in the stands. Game is in Cincinnati.

It's too wet to mow the lawn.

Nuff said.

New shit has come to light.

The lawnmower is still broken although the crucial gasket has been ordered. The spring on the garage door broke last night. Waiting for garage door guy to call back. I just put in a solid 12 minutes of yard work armed with a pair of pruners and grass clippers. Alas, the garage door called back and will be here at 2ish. Most importantly, I'll be meeting a young man who once demolished 3 dozen Krispy Kreme donuts in like 30 minutes today for lunch. Here comes Tuffy's hurt feelings and now you are up to speed.