By Larry Flesler

-The Bills Bye week couldn’t have come at a better time. I forgot they were off when I started to get my game day supplies together and realized I only had a half bottle of Dewar’s left.  Whew, that was a close one.

-My daughter is getting married and has offered to pay for dancing lessons for me and the Wife.  She also is sending me to an etiquette and hygiene class.

-Judge Judy is a looker and gets me randy whenever I watch her.  My Wife has to fend off my advances for hours after the show.

-I had a chance to be at the Extreme Makeover announcement Saturday morning.  Van and I were in the area after a night of boozing at the Left Bank.  We met there at 4:30 pm for the early bird special and stayed until they ran out of Dewar’s and Black Velvet.  Not real sure what happened after that but we were both passed out between a few houses on Massachusetts Ave. when we awoke to that skinny fella with the pointy hair yelling ‘Good Morning Powell Family!’  It was a strange scene: Van was wearing a top hat and black teddy and I had on just my underwear and square-toed cowboy boots when we stumbled out in front of the house while trying to gain our composure.  We then heard someone scream CUT and were driven home in the back of a squad car.

-Van and I just started an adult swim class.  We were getting tired of the same old dames at our weekly mall walking (or as Van calls it, “Mall Stalking”) so we joined a swim/exercise class.  Van insisted on shaving every hair on his body before the first class so he would be more agile in the pool.  He sported a high-rise speedo for our first class and was a hit with the crowd.

-My wife stopped buying Old Spice deodorant for me.  She says I smell worse with it on than just my regular odor.  She’s probably trying to get a better whiff of my pheromones.

-I hate leaves.

-I have been eating my weight in Taquito’s lately.

-I was saddened to hear about the death of Tom Bosley from Happy Days.  He was one of the good ones.

-I can’t wait for that first snowfall.  My wife makes me a cup of hot cocoa if I shovel our 300′ long driveway to her liking every year.

-Godspeed Mr. C.