Postscript

My wife pointed out that I left a few folks off of the thank you list on my last post.  I am not an ingrate, just forgetful.  I was treated to a dinner at Bellini with the Banker and Tina along with other friends and family.  We had the back room to ourselves, with an excellent array of appetizers and a tasty red.  The week prior, I enjoyed a fine home cooked meal at Chez Belge. And Dr. Joe and the Wig checked in often, along with my kids and siblings. Last but not least, I got get-well postcards from The Wolv. We both have an affinity for snail mail.  Molto Grazie Tutti.

I was talking to JB about doing another “ripped from the headlines” post, in which I make wise-ass comments about recent headlines.  She agrees that it is lazy man writing, so it is right up my alley.  She also appreciates my occasional goofy FB post, of which this was the most recent.

I did get a haircut recently, so I count that as a makeover. #1 was by the other day and he complimented me on it, calling it my “gulag look”.

Here’s another funny FB post from one of my high school buds.  He’s usually good for a couple winners a week.  It also ties into my next headline.

“Hey, I’m not dead yet!”

I hate to see the travails that celebrities go through romantically. I just care too much. But I think Cher should maybe just get a puppy, given the 40-year age gap with her current beau.

Would it be “Sorry Mom”?

Trump was in Latrobe, PA, home of Arnie Palmer, St. Vincent’s College and my former home, where my brother and I attended St. Xavier’s Academy, which burned down some time after our departure.  El Naranjo was regaling the crowd about the size of Arnie’s schlong, which in my estimation is an unorthodox campaign tactic.  He’s also apparently confused the definitions of love and treason.

Hopefully you’ve enjoyed my slothful efforts.  I’ll leave you with this week’s NFL picks.  I’m holding strong in 2nd place.

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