Hip to Go Go carting

Friday Sept 16

Got paid, collected the family and raced go carts at the Sycamore family fun joint. It got pretty competitive. I'd say it was the most insane race ever run at 18mph.

My hip is sore from scrunching myself into that damned little thang. Boy I'm an old man. And boy did we have fun!


Saturday Sept 17

Cut grass, wrote bills, shot hoops with the boy, rode my bike and then helped get the place ready for company. Dinner and drinks with our friends the Smiths, much family fun washed down by just the right amount of whiskey and PBR. Alex showed them his Yellowstone pics and ate delicious cake stuff brought my Mrs. S. I felt like I weighed a thousand pounds the next day but it was totally worth it.



Sunday Sept 18

Bears lose to the Saints. They were dominated on the line at critical junctures of the game. Cutler was lucky to escape with his life...and millions of dollars.

Sorry.

Kim and Alex took the mother-in-law's dog and bird back to the OF. Glad to help Grandma, but also glad to see those fuckin' animals go home.

I launched the intro for This is NOT a Memoir and did a bunch of editing throughout the day. I should try to do some editing for this damned blog but then asfkjfh19817hd@#$ - - +iusa1`~ plus tax.

The little family went to 9pm Mass. Came home, the boy and I had our nightly wrestling match and then we crashed.