I've got a pretty simple life. Work 5 days a week, play Bobby Ewing to Ang's Pam, and turn into Homer Simpson to ride herd over my version of Bart, Lisa, and whatever that baby's name is.
My golf handicap looks like the Dow on an up day, I last visited a gym when Bill Clinton was President, and no pub within 500 miles has my name on a stool with everyone screaming "TED!" when I walk in.
I'm a story book reading, diaper changing, dish washing machine 99.9% of the time.
Except when it comes to Palooza's. And come May 23, 2009 my idiot self will be in Boston, MA with 30+ of my friends watching the Sox and the Blue Jays for the Spring 2009 SG Palooza. Or something.
In the midst of winter, Holiday shopping, and 4,398 versions of "Little Drummer Boy" being piped into the store's radio this has made me smile like I just won the PowerBall.
Sometimes Christmas comes early.
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