Summer in the Suburbs

I was totally going to write, “Ha ha I am on my porch blogging wirelessly, SUCKAS” and then of course I got out there and lost the signal so now I’m back inside.

While I was on my porch, though, I heard someone calling his son, “Griffin…where’s Griffin…” and remembered that this morning at a park quite a way from here I saw another little boy named Griffin and I don’t think I could name a kid Griffin any more than I could name one Minotaur. Wouldn’t you be seeing the thing every time you looked at the kid? Griffins are kind of cool but in my mind they are totally associated with this and I can’t put a human face to the word at all.

It’s like every time I look at Trombone I think of marching bands.

(ba-dum-dum)

I wish I had a beer. It is finally summery today; sweaty, hot beer weather. Tomorrow I will have a beer. And a shower. Today I realized I could just wipe under my arms with baby wipes and then apply more pit-stick and that’s basically as good as a shower. Right?

Hey where’d you all go?

That’s pretty much it. I was just going to sit outside and be inspired by nature, do some sweet natureblogging. But since I can’t, I’m struck by how very little I have to say. Here’s two years ago today for your reading pleasure. Apparently The Mizzle (read The World) has been chock full of nuts for quite some time.