From the Mrs.

Our place is currently under a lot of construction and every morning the wife and I are woken up at 7:00am by the sounds of hammering, drilling, pounding, and best of all the construction worker's boom box. That's right, boom box. I've seen it, it looks exactly like the one my dad keeps in the garage. It's large, black, has paint on it, and right in the middle between both speakers is the cassette deck. They don't bring tapes though, they listen to the crappiest radio stations Chicago has to offer. According to the Mrs. this song was just being pumped outside of our sliding glass door. She likes to think they started dancing in their hard hats, but I think they just turned it up and there was a lot of "Oh Yeah!" and "Here we go!" exchanged when the first notes were heard.

I would also like to point out that once again Chad has disappeared from the blog. If he doesn't give up his job as KC Wolf soon I may have to change the banner at the top of the page to say "A Conversation With Myself".

Where's Chad?

No posts from Chad since Tuesday? Where are you Chad? Our readers have a fever and the only prescription is more CDDY. Here are my predictions on what happened to Chad:

He is sleeping because after eating a two egg special at Ann Sather he followed it up with a meatball sub from Subway, wings from Fizz and a steak from Tango Sur. "Chad wants a steak!"

He is KC Wolf and he's at training camp. CHIEFS!!!

He is watching recorded episodes of the Tonight Show with Jay Leno.

He's at the batting cages getting ready for the fall softball season.

My money is on option 2. Chad is KC Wolf and he is getting ready to thrust his mid section all season long at Arrowhead.