I didn’t watch football last weekend. Sounds pretty un-American. I just don’t much like football and I’m finding that the older I get, the less I enjoy watching television in general. So the chances that you’ll catch me watching something on television that I don’t particularly like anyway are pretty darn remote. But still, my hat’s off to all professional football players, I admire their fortitude, athletic skill and sheer strength. And congratulations NO Saints – great game, great season!
I went out for dinner with some friends last Saturday night, had two absolutely delicious French pear martinis during dinner. They knocked me on my very own butt. Didn’t even feel it coming. Not the outcome I would have selected for that evening, needless to say. Ix-nay on the artinis-may for moi, at least for the foreseeable future.
I was driving home one evening last week behind a regional freight truck with the corporate slogan painted in a very stylish script along the rear panel of the truck. It said: Service Unexcelled. I kept looking at it trying to figure out what that actually meant. I even looked up the word ‘unexcelled’ in an online dictionary. Of course, the language is absolutely correct, but that doesn’t mean that it isn’t just the tiniest bit awkward. Perhaps I need to chalk up the string of double negatives in the preceding sentence on that awkward list too, come to think of it.