Uh...WTF

Today's theme, children, is the phrase "Uh...WTF?". Made famous this weekend in a driving downpour at Carter-Finley stadium. Indeed!

Uh...WTF were you doing in a driving downpour in a football stadium? It wasn't watching a football game, that's for sure. I suppose it was half a game because USF came to play. State came to slide around in the mud and play two-hand touch. And apparently I don't have the sense to get in out of the rain.

Uh...WTF made some of my beer so carbonated? The honey amber is a very nice beer, but about 1 in 5 seem to be overly carbonated. They taste pretty much like air then. Not sure if the priming sugar didn't get mixed good with the beer in the bottling bucket or if there was some residual sugar from the honey that fermented in the bottle.

Uh...WTF happened to my cutting board? Tailgate fajitas turned out pretty good. I think we'll definitely have to do that again. And I was glad that we did some hamburger for tacos, Mike. But somehow I made it home without my cutting board. I'm sure it will turn up somewhere. Or it grew legs and walked away. In that case, I didn't want it anyway, because a cutting board with legs is just freaky.

Uh...WTF stung me on the arm Saturday? I'm assuming it was a yellow jacket, but this sting sure has bothered me more than any other recent sting. And I usually get stung by yellow jackets at least once or twice a year. I find all their nests around my house by walking through them. Yellow jackets aren't very hospitable when you visit their nest.

Uh...WTF happened to my fantasy football team? Liz and I went shopping yesterday afternoon (to look at baby cribs) around 2:00 and at that time my team had scored a whopping 25 points. Henderson had Laveranues Coles playing and Coles was outscoring my whole team. I got back home around 8:00 figuring I got my ass kicked based off how my team started playing. Turns out I scored 138 points and ended up winning by 18 points. Go figure.

Uh...WTF! How is it Monday already? Alarm clocks suck. Mine scared the poop out of me this morning. Not literally. Because that would be gross. Not as bad as a cutting board with legs, but close.