Good Morning

I'm running a little late this morning, so I'll have to keep this short. Mrs. Undaground was out of town for a few days and I lost a little time on my schedule preparing the house for her return. Getting elephant droppings, peanut shells, and the cotton candy machine out was no easy task.

I'm suffering from a major head-cold. I'm not sure what the difference is between a cold and a head-cold, but it just sounds more regal to say head-cold, so that's what I have. Is there anything about incessant sniffing, whooping cough and a my husky Slingblade-voice that isn't regal?

I'm hoping to shake this thing soon, because Thursday is wisdom teeth day. I'm going on the three-day oral surgery diet. I hear it's pretty effective; not quite as good as the jaw-wired-shut diet, but much better than the I-just-got-my-tongue-pierced diet.

Somebody mentioned that I didn't mention the WVU victory. No superstition here, I'm just anxiously awaiting the match-up with Texas and was more relieved than anything that we beat Northwestern State. I don't even know where Northwestern State is from. It sounds like a fictional college from an 80's B-movie. I haven't tied sports superstition to the blog yet, but I am still known to watch portions of a game while juggling field mice and wearing an old boot on my head. That's normal, right?