So I made myself some cherry cobbler tonight... well, me and Mollie. It was pretty damn tasty. It's actually good enough that I think it's better without the ice cream, just the good stuff itself and a glass of milk.
And I should know 'cause I just ate fifty damn pounds of the stuff.
Got myself a second roomie for the fall... talked to the lady I'm buying the house from. I like her. She's trying to deal with 20 years of memories and the loss of her husband, so all the time I was talking she was on the verge of tears. Or maybe it was just me... I have that effect on a lot of women.
Sorry, couldn't resist.
After playing pretty good golf all spring, the last 2 rounds I've played have been nightmares. They followed a week that had actual running and exercise on my part. Connection? Well, let's just say it's not a coincidence I sat on the couch all day and ate a whole tray of cherry cobbler.