Mar 27, 2008
I was at the store earlier today when I heard a woman shriek, "Trey", at a misbehaving child. I recall the first time I ever heard the nickname Trey.
I guy I worked with told me that his daughter had baby and that since the baby was going to be a third, as in Thurston Howell the Third, it would be called Trey. I thought it was idiotic at the time and I continue to think so. Will Trey's kid be called Quad, should he decide to hold to the tradition of kids named Thurston?
Today was golf day. The Seafood King is away trolling the Seven Seas or something, which left Some Guy Named Bob and me on our own. All I can say is that no one got hurt. The weather was in the eighties and it was a perfect day to be playing golf.
Here's something else. I know that I only yesterday complained about the tidal wave of bad news that is swamping us, but somethings need to ranted about. This isn't news anyway, it's my never-to-be-humble opinion.
In Weston, Wisconsin, an eleven-year-old girl died from complications of diabetes because her ignorant parents chose to pray for her recovery rather than seeking medical care for her. How in the twenty-first century can such superstitious ignorance persist? Idiots.
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