and home alone

stopped for code red and cupcakes, oh, and a smoked cheddar brawt, but cooked cheeseburgers and stuffed my face (and belly) and now, i could fall asleep, still might, but guzzling code red is fun too... jackson is spending the night out, so happiness is hanging close staring for attention even though he had a long walk (with some trotting) when i got home (before i ate) and then gobbled down a big dinner and played and got scratched and brushed and tickled and hugged... it's never enough (and i completely understand lol lam :)

and i remembered to take care of my fantasy football teams as much as i could and caught the last three outs of the tigers whipping of the yankees (or is that taming... from the other perspective, the yankees collapsed, folded, choked, laid down and died at like a thousand bucks an hour on average... then there's poor a-rod, the biggest bust of all, who makes about a dollar a second... yeah, about 56 bucks a minute, $3,400 bucks an hour... $55,000 per at bat and almost $250,000 a game... are you cheering yet?)... and so many are cheering the yankee collapse cuz nobody likes anyone who openly buys a winning team... of course if you do it covertly like a politician, well, you can fool at least half the people most of the time, especially on election day, snark...

so what are you up to tonight? :)