YEAH!!!

The Redskins annihilated the 49ers yesterday, 52-17. I really enjoyed going to my brother-in-law's house yesterday wearing a Redskins T-shirt.

I actually woke up early and went to a local sports bar with every intent of being able to harass Niner fans incessantly. But damned if the only 2 Niner fans there were politely accepting of their fate and were only half watching the game. What kind of fun is that? GEEZ!!! Though there was one moment I got an extreme amount of pleasure – a fan walked by saying "Damn. I thought at least we would be able to win THIS game..."

I truly love to hate the 49ers, so watching them go down to my favorite team was extra special. But I have to say I am but a babe in the woods with my hatred in comparison to my friend Gary. He has taken 49er hatred to a whole other level. Recently, one of his neighbors challenged him, saying she was a bigger hater than he was. His response: "If the 49ers were playing the Taliban, Hitler, and Satan, I would be cheering on the sidelines wearing a turban and doing the goose step." She had no response.

I was accused of being a little "soft" recently, and I am not referring to my natural insulation. It was a comment from a friend about the tone of my posts. Apparently I am not projecting the proper level of Testosterone. So I bought a new bed yesterday.

When my alarm clock went off this morning, I had to re-learn how to properly get up. It really isn't easy sleeping on a bed of nails. I enjoyed my shower, the scalding water making it easier to peel off the dirty skin using steel wool. The steam from the water seared my sinuses, allowing me to breathe much easier. My pores have never been more unclogged.

Before I left for work, I ate breakfast, and I must say I really love Cap'n Crunch! I think the added tang of blood, resulting from the cereal shredding the roof of my mouth, is quite a delicacy.

I kicked a cat on my way to the car, and blew down the freeway at high rates of speed, screeching into the parking lot while leaving approximately 1/7th of my tire's tred permanently on the pavement.

Scratching and spitting, I walked to my office, grabbed a non-fat non-caff latte and started work.

Speaking of babes in the woods – Diana Kauffman.