Somehow I forgot to post anything on Saturday or Sunday. I guess I was busy. I seems the more golf I play, the worse I become. This has always been my pattern and today was no exception. Play once a week and I'm not too bad. Twice a week and I get worse. It makes no sense. Me and the usual suspects went to play this afternoon after lunch, because apparently we enjoy the heat. It was 101 degrees this afternoon, but luckily for us the humidity was only six percent. One-oh-one is still hot, but it is not the oppressive heat the East is currently suffering through. The Seafood King insisted upon walking the course, leaving Some Guy Named Bob and me free to ride a cart. The Seafood King seems to have the need to prove he is more manly than Bob and me. I cannot speak for Bob, but I will gladly stipulate that fact. I don't need to die of heat stroke trying to disprove it. The excitement is building here at Casa Sneed. This coming Saturday, the Lovely Mrs. Sneed and I, along with Noah, Aiden and Aiden's parents will be jetting off to a major theme park in the Souther California area for five days of family fun. Blogging may be sporadic. Stop cheering. I am in the process of trying out a bunch of techniques for increasing the gas mileage that my Civic gets. I read an article in our local paper about something called high miling. Nan Patience also posted about this recently. High miling involves things like driving more slowly and coasting where possible. Some people report getting up to thirty percent better mileage by consciously developing gas saving habits. Mrs. Sneed claims that this is just more evidence that I am a kook. 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