I try to keep it light and loose and humerous this week.  Things are just so dark in the world right now.  And...no whiskey review.  I had one recorded, but my palate was definitely not right and it wasn't a fair review.  So we've entered the era of...sometimes.

Anyways, my MIL has a new thing: numerology.  Apparently seeing 11 everywhere means something.  Bad news for her, she opened the door to using number games to get there.  Too much of my scholastic careery has been spent doing "you're at A, you end at B, show how to get there".  

I've decoded what makes me enjoy watching my sports teams.  Stupid nicknames that allow me to jump off the couch and yell dumb things.  I really am that simple.  Luckily, Purdue has a couple.  The Bears...maybe.  

Enjoy!