Desiree: You are the big winner!

It is a very nice question for people who really think they are baseball fans>
Well, well where to start...
I am a bachelor this weekend. DW and DS have went down to Mississippi to see my inlaws for 4 or 5 days. I guess I am truly domesticated now, because I can't think of a single thing to do...except mow

. Oh well...
Isn't it a great feeling to get stopped at a police roadblock, and know that you are gonna get to go through because you don't do illegal things?!? Happened tonight. I stayed at work till 9:30 pm, what with the fam gone and all. Ran into a block between Princeton and Eddyville KY. Cops were very courteous and efficient. (Coincidentally, Eddyville is where the KY State Penitentiary is located, so that is not a good town to fool around in) I have heard that the locals leave their cars unlocked with the keys in them, cause if someone breaks out (and it has happened) they don't want any visitors.
Just for those regular subscribers to my little thread, I am contemplating a new sign off. 1 of 3 is so yesterday. I mean these supposed other men haven't been by to see me. How do I know that Doe wasn't just messing with me?
Well I'll doing some serious thinking tonight and hopefully tommorrow I'll have a new sign off that will be up to the lofty standards I have already set for you...the paying public! Oh by the way, your subscription checks have not arrived!
Well some of you may have noticed that I haven't been talking diet for a couple of days. I decided to chill for a couple of days. I've hit a plateau so I decided to eat carbs for a couple of days to kick start me again. I have to say, I don't even enjoy cheating anymore! I ate at Chong's Cantonese Restaurant in Paducah yesterday and it wasn't as scrumptious as I remember. I think Mr. Atkins has sabotaged my olfactory senses (That probably means smell, but hey I am on a roll!) You know the funny thing about the cheating is, I didn't gain a solitary pound.
Well 1 of 3 signing off with this lame signoff for the last time,
Till tommorrow,
Dax