Saw Jim Gaffigan tonight, at the Cobb Energy Center. I wasn't that familiar with his work, so I’ve been listening to his second book: “Food: A Love Story”. The comedian is a devout Catholic, with five children. My friend Eddie had secured sweet seats for his two old buds and us.
A good opening act, though his set was super short. Left us wanting. A 54 year old father of two toddler, with a wife 18 years his junior.
Gaffigan finished shortly after 8:30. Even with traffic exiting the parking deck, we made it back to Peachtree Corners, and then back home by ten. That was good, because I’m still feeling puny. Sore throat. Achy.
Thursday: skipped the gym. I stopped by to pick up pepperoni on the way home. And milk for M. C made two pizzas. Caleb had already eaten, so we had a whole pizza left over. Friday morning Todd brought in Martin's biscuits. I split one with Angie. My February diet isn't starting off well.
Article: common sense etiquette rules to help with social situations. Good stuff, though I’m not a believer in every single one. Ninety percent are spot on. Wish I had the time to list the better ones. Example: it’s okay to ask someone how to pronounce (or spell) their name.
UGA’s All-American tight end Brock Bowers passed on hundreds of thousands of NIL dollars, making more available for the rest of his teammates. Last year UGA QB Stetson Bennett collected over a million dollars.
Having misspelled words is like striking out in baseball. Nowadays players don’t care if they strike out 200 times a season. Hank Aaron was embarrassed to strike out, and never struck out 100 times in a 162 game season. Many text without care if a word is misspelled. Won’t get you very far in legitimate business these days. Similarly, change is a constant, all the more so these days.
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