So, sitting here on this gorgeous, lazy Sunday while my wife hangs out in Dallas/Fort Worth Airport.  You see, we got screwed when our granddaughters father got tickets to get her back to San Diego.  It was decided to meet halfway in Dallas (yeah, I don't know why either) where her other grandmother was to pick her up.  Not only did my wife have to get up at 3:30 this morning to be at the airport for a 6 a.m. flight, but after the transfer in Atlanta then to Dallas, she has a layover of over 6 hrs.  Then it's off to Denver where she has another layover for 2 hrs.  Long story short, up at 3:30 a.m. and not back home until about 1 a.m.  I really feel for her and wish I could take her place.

On a lighter note, I find myself getting back into baseball.  It's been almost 25 years since I've actually sat down and watched a game on TV.  Want to sit on the deck, but can't get up until the game is done.  I'll get there.

Maybe my next post I'll bitch about work.