Springtime in the cul-de-sac

East Texas is gorgeous right now. Absolutely gorgeous. You're welcome Zeke.

 

And we add a Navy man to the list of people who can blow me!

How fitting!

 

Upper 30s here all week long.

The price I pay for getting to play 18 in January.

 

It's 76 and sunny out in West Texas. I may go golfing for the third time this year tomorrow.

 

And we all hope Angola will enjoy eating the corn and peanuts out of my feces!

 

It will warm up here eventually, buckdub, but you'll be uglier than a bag of assholes forever.

 

Wait'll it gets cold enough to freeze up the turds -- unless it is already -- then grab the 9-iron and head out to the yard for some chipping practice.

If the neighbors bitch, tell 'em to go fuck themselves.

 

Warm here, but hot or cold, there's no excuse for not picking up after your pooch. I carry baggies and paper towels; Mrs. Editude has a fanny pack (the '80s we're good for something) with plastic grocery bags and a catbox scooper.

 

77 here, mid-60s for a few days, then back to mid-70s.

 

70º today and I sweated my ass off in the car driving to the signing day press conference. (AC is broke and no point in fixing it till June.)

It'll be back in the upper 40s tomorrow. And I will probably be in the pneumonia ward next week.

 

The SoCal forecast is actually of interest to the Tater household. We'll be doing the DisneyLand thing next weekend and I'd actually be OK with some cool temps and even light rain to keep the locals at home and the lines in front of Space Mountain short .