Thursday morning, my lovely hens woke me up. They were all aflutter. I didn’t know why. Honestly, I wish they hadn’t. You see, I was in the middle of a dream. I was kissing Valentino by a crystal-blue, Italian stream. Regardless, I was now mostly awake and did my best to give my hens the…
Holy smokes, were we wrong. The boys in verde had an exemplary second half, leading the team to glory. With hindsight being 20/20, I should’ve known better. You see, gentle reader, that, after consuming their prognosticating snack, a trail that can only be described as a molten brown crayon running amok on the ground made…
Unfortunately, we were right in predicting a loss. It brings us no joy when these types of prophesies come to fruition. It was not a good night for our boys. Pretty craptastic, if we’re being honest. Like we said, without our most handsome boy providing the juju, we’re not so competitive. We accept our powers,…
This is getting ridiculous. Against our better judgement, we optimistically went for a tie. Should’ve not succumbed to the siren song of feeling good about ourselves and life. El FC certainly weren’t feeling it vs. Nashville. In fact, we laid the proverbial egg. It’s moments like that that make me pine for my dear, dead…
What are we supposed to do? We look statistically at matchups, performances, et cetera, et cetera, and we get sad trombone music. We decide to just vibe and we get burned. Excepting Turd, the compound is filled with optimists. He’s a bit of a “Why even have a glass? It’s just gonna get broken or…
Wow. We were wrong. Gloriously wrong. I’m ecstatic that we were wrong. In our defense, I’d like to ask anyone to point us to a reputable bookie who got the prediction correct. The only logical conclusion: despite the odds, our boys in verde will not be stopped. Honestly, I was wondering how we were so…
Oof. That hurt. I don’t know of anyone who was expecting that kind of pain from the last match. Somehow, the chickens missed it. Perhaps their powers were clouded by the residual love for Adrian and the Aztex. Perhaps it was their new ethically sourced, pelleted feed that threw them off. Regardless, they laid the…
I’m not going to lie to you, my dear and gentle readers. My hens were off in their prediction. They saw the win but they didn’t foresee the assault on our collective blood pressure. I began to despair. My pride in the powers of my hens and my ability to read them had taken a…
To begin with, I feel it necessary to share this once last time. In her prescience, San Julius knew what was up. In a surprise to many, the world also found out that our sacred hens can not only see into the future but they can also send text messages. A terrifying combination, tbh. Needless…
***Warning*** Nerdy post to follow. What a memorable trip! How fortunate was I that Travel caught COVID and gave me his tickets to both Malta and Greece. I had never been to either and was excited to go a ramblin’. In fact, I’m just finishing up my trip as I write. My plane should be…