Three items of note on this Sunday morn.
First, I still hate the Yankees and the Rays with fiery passion. The Rays lost last night. That is good. The Yankees won last night. That is the opposite of good.
Second, I am still, after 40 years of painful dedicated practice, the world's worst gift wrapper. Today is a birthday party for both of my brother's kids and I just finished wrapping their presents and... Well... It's not good. 'Nuff said.
Third, I used the phrase, "he who smelt it dealt it" in the single most original way in the history of the English language today and it failed to elicit even a slight giggle out of my wife. Damn, sometimes it's tough being married to a writer.
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