Purple Lip & Beached Whales

We drove to Florence today to have breakfast with Cousin Laurie. We met at the usual spot, Cracker Barrel, and did some catching up. Laurie has a new job and we have a new car. Everything else is pretty much the same, Donna had a hot chocolate and Laurie and I had the equivalent of two cups of coffee each and between the two of us we used up about 20 sugar packets and a dozen creamers.

After breakfast Donna and I did a little caching on a local trail system, finding 8 and DNFing 1. Here is the log from the most interesting one:

Ahhh, my least favorite cache of the day.

Not the cache itself, that was a cool find. When the GPSr pointed way over there we followed blindly. Took life and limb (pun intended) in hand and crossed over the water. Sure enough, once on the other side, the GPSr pointed right back the way we had come. After walking back across the downed log, we wandered up and down along the bank, quite possibly walking right by the cache several times until my wife turned around and realized she was staring right at the container.

The part I didn’t like was while ducking under a tree and pushing a couple small branches out of the way, one of them snapped back and smacked me in the lower lip, drawing blood and turning it an ugly shade of purple.

[—— Stop read­ing here Sandy. ——]
So much for ESPN\’s predictions and my 8 point favorite status. The Purple Whales have been beached. Right now the score stands at 77 to 54 in favor of the Swap Rats and he has two players yet to play tonight, including Drew Brees, and I have none. Looks like there is going to be a three way tie at the top of the West Division standings with myself, Team Gregory and the North Augusta Meatheads all being 5-2. On the plus side, if the New Orleans Saints kicker can come up with 8 points, the Argyle Pilgrims will win their first game.