More Tricks Than Treats

I hope your Halloween was fun and uneventful. We had the usual number of trick-or-treaters. Actually, we had one too many it seems.

Perhaps one of the little bastards was dissatisfied with the selection of candies that the Lovely Mrs. Sneed provided, although that seems unlikely since she only bought named brands of candy, such as M&Ms and Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. What's not to like about that?

As you can see from the pictures above some little hooligan decided to pull up one of my low-voltage yard lights and smash it in the street, a fact I discovered when I went out this morning to bring in the trash cans. I was kind of pissed off about it.

Ironically, I just replaced one of the the lights yesterday. It had inadvertently been run over by a car backing out of the driveway. Now I need to get another one. Little A-holes.

I went out with the regular guys today and played golf. Our weather is very nice, highs in the eighties and no humidity. It was a lot of fun, except that at this time of the year a lot of old people show up in our fair city for the winter. They are good for our economy, but not so good for speed on the golf course.

On one hole today, I was sitting with the Seafood King, waiting for three women playing in front of us, when someone yelled "fore" and a ball landed two feet from where I sat. Instinctively, I toppled over backwards off the bench as though it had hit me. The poor sap who hit the errant ball came sheepishly up to where we were sitting and started profusely apologizing to me. I felt kind of bad because I never thought he would think he actually knocked me off the bench.

A couple of holes later, some yahoo hit Seafood Jr. right in the head with a shot from an adjacent hole. Luckily, it was a glancing blow. Golf will be kind of a struggle until about May, when all the knuckleheads will load up the motorhomes and head back to the Quad-cities or wherever.





Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky