Out the Backside

I thought I beat another flu season this past year. Alas, my multiple year flu-free run came to an end as soon as Whitey came to visit. Sickly man that he is. I can’t recall the last time he was in Arizona without being a mobil hotel for virus and bacteria. Laid me up for a full day breaking my incredible ”streak” of not missing work due to sickness. This blog is aptly named, we’ll leave it at that.

His visit did produce some of the finest ribs I’ve BBQd. My new method will be standard operating procedure from here on in. I think the chamber music from my Tool-Bag neighbors wedding capped off the outdoor eating experience. It went downhill sometime around nine when the booty rap came on and I had to listen to four year old Nelly crap.