Another day goes by and that means another day that I am teased by the wonderful smell of Perry Fosters BBQ. I pass this wonderful restaurant everytime I drive home, and somehow I've shown the restraint and self control to not stop by... Im not sure how much longer I can last though. One day Perry Fosters, we will meet....
My previous run of practices played in (which is all of them, if you dont count the time I split my head open) has come to an end. Today I found out I had turf toe, and had to watch on the sidelines as my team suffer through another loonnnngg practice. To make matters worse, I was reminded by how bad cold water feels after I unwillingly plunged my foot into a freezing cold bucket of ice. Somehow nearly freezing your foot off is good for you - the whole time I was sitting on the sideline I was waiting for someone to say "Hey, how ya doing matt?" to which I would reply, "Oh, you know, just chillin' ." It never happened...its the thought that counts.
Anyway it sounds like our volleyball team is playing for a conference title right now, and fellow blogger Dusty Allen (we just call him dust ball) tells me its worth watching... time to go
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