Wallet of Voodoo

This post was inspired by a tweet from my fellow writer Stephen Douglas talking about how he left his wallet sitting in a puddle in the driveway for 3.5 hours. My thought: that's called a typical Tuesday for me. I mean, that might merit honorable mention on my all-time wallet stories, but that's about it. It's not cause for concern for me til it gets to 3.5 days. Until then, it's like a cat who stayed out too long. It will come back on its own timetable, and looking too hard does no good. If it loves you, it will return. That, or its dead in a gutter somewhere.

Paperless Trail

Paper has been the bane of my existence for as long as I can remember. If something paper is in my hand, there is a good chance it will be lost in less time than it took Chad Ocho Cinco to fall off a bull. I would have probably had straight A's in school if it wasn't for paper--constantly lost, misplaced, buried under a sandwich in the locker, enticing me to doodle instead of take notes paper.

Well, Let's Try This (and sorry about the title)

Yeah, it's a poor pun, so sorry about the blog title, and I hope that it at least induces a few Bob Seger air guitar sessions for you. It was that or Lisk-ellaneous. It's late and my creative juices are zapped.

What am I going to do here? Little stuff that might not be worthy of a full post at the Big Lead or pro-football-reference that may relate to sports, probably a lot of stories about life and the family that hopefully have some relevance to something, and probably a few funny or sad stories about what my wife has to put up with in regard to my Attention-Deficit like behaviors.