Jack was a cat.

He was a shit. I don't know that he cared that we existed but I liked him. He was killed this morning when he some how was hit by a car. I thought that I taught him better than that. So now he is gone to kitty heaven so he can chase mice and birds all day every day. We'll miss you Jack...

Holiday Cookies!

We had a super cookie blow out at the Mishka's.
My stomach hurts and well, Jason was drunk and Johan helped.
Special thanks to all those who actually made the cookies while I
ate them and Jason got drunk. He did make a nice fire in the fire place.
He did it with just one match ( and a fire starter log ), he must
have been one heck of a boyscout.

Pub Report.

As you can see there were many reactions to these surroundings.

So I understand that I am a little late in this report. I think it was Saturday night that we went to ,correct me if I am wrong, Mulvaney's Bunker. So here are some of the pics I snapped that night. We had to jet the band was AWFUL. Seriously, I don't know what it is with cover bands, they must hear they real music in their head and think that they are rockin it. They sucked. They bunker seemed okay before that. You'll have to ask Jason if the food was good.