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I’m about to start my second pot of coffee. Not because of me, no, I’m still on my second cup. The boys have decided coffee with milk is awesome.

I was awakened this morning by one child singing in the shower and another (the youngest) saying “Daddy, come here, I got to show you something!” It turned out to be a poop about the size of a grape. But she did it, all by herself, in the potty, so that was a good thing to wake up to.

Naturally, we are out of things like eggs and sausage (we were just a tad busy this week and grocery runs are usually on the weekend) so we each picked a pop-tart flavor to go with our coffee.

And TCU has sold out a home game for the first time in 22 years (my sophomore year, come to think of it, and I was there that day, doing our “rah, rah, fuck!” cheer) and it’s on satellite so Tivo is ready if I get busy today with the over-caffeinated youngsters and forget to watch.

I hope y’all are having a great weekend…

Bee-ing there

Right now, my kids (all three of them) are glued to “Akeelah and the Bee.” Which is really cool. It’s a movie about somebody who wants to spell. I think they can learn from it. So far there haven’t been any loud chase scenes or gratuitous kick-boxing battles between bathing beauties, but I’m sure they’re coming in the second act.

My wife is out of town for the weekend, visiting family. I probably shouldn’t say that on the internets, because now somebody will break into my house, tie me to the bed, and have their way with me.

(But only if I’m lucky).

What’s in YOUR wallet, er, pigeon

A classic tale of critters done wrong, right here in Texas.

The American city of Texarkana suffered a slight setback to its popular annual festival this weekend, when dead pigeons started plummeting from the sky.

The ex-pigeon deluge came as Texarkana, a city confusingly placed halfway across the Texas/Arkansas border, was celebrating the Quadrangle festival. Visitors couldn’t help noticing that there appeared to be a large number of dead and dying pigeons on the ground, reports the Texarkana Gazette.

Then witnesses started reporting that the pigeons were dropping from the heavens.

One word of advice: DUCK!