It’s a necessity at any July 4th celebration or summertime cookout – the lowly hot dog. Seeing as they’ll be devoured by the billions (Yes. That’s BILLIONS) the next few months, it’s only fitting to provide some hot dog information.
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It’s been more than a month since I took in Sherman Community Players’ excellent production of “Les Miserables,” and I’m miserable.
For those who do not regularly read my Good Mornings, for the past year I have been on something of a personal quest: to learn how to cook for myself. In the past year, I have had some great successes (and epic failures) with teaching myself to rely on something other than fast food for my sustenance. Now, it’s time to take it to the next level.
It is a holiday week, so I think we should all have a little extra fun. To get that ball rolling, I would like to dedicate this good morning to some good humor. OK, since the jokes come from the Internet maybe not such good humor. But hopefully, they will put a smile on your faces.
My neighbor threw a barbecue Friday evening and continued the event as planned even though it started raining. We all congregated under a covered porch instead of the backyard.
He runs. He jumps. He poops. He sleeps.
Like the old saying goes, “time flies.” Somehow I celebrated my 24th birthday last weekend. I wasn’t ready for it, but I didn’t have a choice. I just thank God that I didn’t hit 25 because that would mean it would be time for my quarter-life crisis and no one is ready to help me deal with that!
Eating has become a full-time occupation for me. I’m not complaining; I enjoy eating, but I have to eat a lot.
With the rain and the up-and-down weather, weather-related illnesses are back. Upper respiratory infections, colds, allergies, and sinus infections are all making their way around town.
Dad. Daddy. Papa. Poppy. Pa. Pappy. Old man.