Pretzels

I'm blogging while I wait for the pretzel dough I'm making to finish rising.
I am blogging in clothes for once.
Camouflage Taz boxers.
I don't even remember the last time I updated you, my faithful readers, on anythings. I'm also too lazy to go read my last post. So instead of trying to fill you all in on these last couple chaotic and painful weeks, I will just pretend like they never happened, and they will forever be a void in history.
Troy Tulowitzki broke his wrist. That sucks. He had finally started hitting for power, and now we are having to fill his spot with Jonathan Herrera, who hasn't shown much in the way of hitting prowess.
I like Starburst candy.
Cade came over yesterday. He took a nap from 7-11, woke up, and promptly announced to Anna that it might be time for his morning nap. As you can probably guess, he did not go back to sleep. Instead, he spent most of the rest of the day terrorizing Daisy (or Poop Face, as I like to call her).
I need to stop eating these Starbursts.
Anna's father is about to enter into "shutdown" at his place of employment, which means he'll be working seven twelve hour days for a month or two. The first Sunday that he will miss for this happens to be July 4th, and he has asked if I would be willing to give the sermon that morning. I said I would. I don't really care that that day happens to be my birthday, but what I am worried about is it being the 4th and not knowing what expectations the congregation has for a patriotic sermon.
That reminds me. I need to dig out my trumpet. I said I'd play the National Anthem on the 4th.
Anna signed up to answer questions for a text message and phone based question answering service. She gets paid $.02 per question she answers, but on a good night, she can answer a thousand questions. Sometimes I sit with her while she does it, and we laugh at the ridiculous things people ask.
Bobbie likes to lean against the door at the end of the hallway and watch the vegetable stand across the road.
I still feel like Poop Face is a completely different dog now that she has gotten a haircut.
I think we'll go over to Anna's parents' tonight and bring some of these pretzels that I'm making. Anna wants to go swimming. I'm allergic to swimming and water in general.
The latest forecast says it's supposed to reach 97 degrees tomorrow. We'll probably take Cade over to Anna's parents' to swim. Remind me to put sunscreen on the little bugger (though to look at him after his vacation to South Carolina, I doubt his parents worried too much about sunscreen themselves).
People who read this blog: Someone near Florrisant, CO.
I'm seeing a few hits from a wireless connection out of Florrisant, Colorado. I've been through Florrisant. Quite frankly, I'm surprised it's capable of having wireless internet, but in any case, I have a sneaking suspicion this might actually be our friend Kendra, who is currently vacationing in Colorado. Kendra, if that's you, I'd like to say howdy. And then you die.