With Thanksgiving Break upon us, YHC has the opportunity to bump Russo off the top PaxMiner Q report. Feeling whelmed, underwhelmed, or is it overwhelmed with the energy to get up early this rainy morning to lead a group of HIMS. The perfect number showed up for what I had planned. With YHC still nursing a leg injury, running was not my top priority. Trying to rest it to join JV on our annual turkey trot, so with 4 people, the deck of death was dealt. Each HIM was assigned a suit, and we did a round robin deck of death. Russo=Spades, Hammer=clubs(puppy feet), Shooter=Hearts, and myself (diamonds). There were a plethora of exercises this morning.
El Guapo : Would you say I have a plethora of pinatas? Jefe : A what? El Guapo : A *plethora*. Jefe : Oh yes, you have a plethora. Well, you told me I have a plethora. And I just would like to know if you know what a plethora is. I would not like to think that a person would tell someone he has a plethora, and then find out that that person has *no idea* what it means to have a plethora.
Sorry y’all, my mind got distracted by itself. Somehow 8 count body builders and burpees were a top exercise, as was Shooter’s favorite: donkey kicks. Conversations were a plenty. From Van Halen to Van Hagar, from Bill Paxton vs. Bill Pullman. Russo’s disappointment of Desi Vega’s, and how many songs have cards in the title. Y’all think about that one. Last card finished us off at exactly 6. COT and Russo prayed us out. Coffee at Waterpiks this Thursday. Turkey trot at 8 am by the courthouse in downtown Covington. YHC has the Q at the Gipper tomorrow. Thank y’all for joining me this morning/reading this backblast. Sign up to Q, come and post, get out of bed and start the day off right. Headlock your friends, headlock strangers…IF I don’t see y’all before Thursday, happy Thanksgiving everyone.
