When you’ve been married as long as I have (okay, it’s only four years, but go with me on this one), you treasure the time with the spouse, but always appreciate a few days of bachelor-dom (spinster-dom for the fairer sex?) to remind you of the days of yore. So when I found out that the lovely Mrs. Tophour was taking the boys and decamping to the in-laws’ for a few days, my imagination ran wild. What would I do? Maybe go out to tip a few with the boys, or get a card game up, or a *cough* gentlemen’s club or at the very least, sit in my underwear in the living room watching “Old School.” So what did I do on this, a swingin’ footloose and fancy-free Friday evening?
I cut the grass and cranked out this here Toppy update. Sad, ain’t it?*
Good update, though — our first IDs from a market I’d describe as “pretty freakin’ north,” Presque Isle, Maine, as well as a straggler from 150 miles or so south (but still pretty freakin’ north), Bangor. Thanks to Rob Sobczak for tonight’s goodies.
*I am planning to play golf on Sunday, so at least I won’t be completely pathetic…just mostly so.