It is rumored that a sign of extreme intelligence is inconsistent blogging.
And Happy Tax Day.
My weekend consisted of a barbecue, Emily's and my birthday party, a St. Louis Cardinals game and a discussion of how to make good Easter ham.
You know, the clove industry MUST love Jesus. During Christmas and Easter, the two "ham holidays," the clove companies make their money... and hopefully put some in the bank because dammit, clove sales aren't that great in July. Is there any other use for them besides sticking them in hams and smoking them in cigarettes? What do you call a person who makes their living processing cloves... a clover? If so, I feel for the clovers, goddamn it, because they probably have to go on welfare most of the year.
Viva la clovers.
Friday night, we had a twenty-person, complete ass-kicking birthday party, which consisted of a stop at a sports bar, a comedy club, and the strip clubs. The bummer is, even though it was OUR party, Emily and I left early and never made it to the strip clubs... but I heard that one of the wives (and you know who you are because your nipples are probably still hard) got her first personal dance. I LOVE it that all women are closet lesbians!
Every once in a while a great baseball game happens and you know you'll never forget being there. The Easter day Cardinals game at Busch stadium was one of those. Much gratitude to Mike Cornett for the tickets, they were a birthday gift for Em and I. The really shitty part is, she had family obligations and couldn't go with me... and missed probably the most amazing game of the season.
And I STILL get the feeling it will somehow end up being my fault.
Does anyone else owe the IRS this year? If so, how much? Bet I gotcha beat.
Screw you, Uncle Sam, you life-sucking, greedy, prehensile PRICK.
EDIT: I should point out that my birthday isn't until April 27, it was celebrated early so the party could be split between two people in the "group."