I liked Kirby.

Puckett for the unwashed heathens among you. He was 45. Had a stroke last weekend and never recovered.

He was the little fat thing who smiled all the time, spent 99% of his life being a great guy, and the other 1% beating the Braves in the 7th game of the world series.

Even had a billboard put up for him that said, “Nice guys finish in the hall of fame.”

He did that, actually. 2nd youngest player (behind Lou Gherig) to be inducted.

Now he’s dead.

Guess I shouldn’t bitch too much about the reformation of AT&T. 😉

So what does that mean? Monday is over. Actually it wasn’t a bad Monday as Monday’s go. Matt was thrilled with our inventory results. (Maybe inventory on a weekend isn’t such a bad idea, eh you management weenies? Shoulda listened to me months ago.) What other things happened on Monday…..

A check of the bank balances shows enough right now for closing. Forget the bills this month,,,that money is STAYING there till the 30th.

Homeowner’s insurance thru USAA is quite reasonable. Think we’ll have them cover us.

I ran 3.8 miles and found the nastiest hill in this town! I ALMOST had to walk it. Still, I averaged less than 10 minutes a mile. Bring on them flat roads in Easley

We had cube steak for dinner last night. With corn and fries and carrots.

I got a voicemail on my cel phone from an old Army buddy. He sang Happy Birthday. Evidently he called my home number back in February, but had written down the wrong number for me and didn’t feel comfortable singing to a total stranger. Better late than never, I guess.

Thomas was sick, Bill was tired, and Dianne was pooped. Everyone (even the dog) went to bed by 8:30

Tonight I start packing up kitchen stuff….oh wait that’s not Monday is it?

Okay, I guess Monday wasn’t too exciting was it? Today’s March 7th. 23 days and counting.