Sunday Evening Post

Cold weather and jazz.

One week closer to Christmas and the new year.

I'm considering hibernation as a viable option

(or we should at least legalize siestas).

The week in photos.

Speaking of siestas, this is a photo of my nephew, all ready for school.  He should cut back on the coffee.  It makes him too hyper.

View from the honeymooners' accommodations in Hilton Head.

I've heard of double-fisting drinks, but toothbrushes?

Twice as fast.  Twice as clean.

Word.

I gots to get my mitts on that CD.

This is an ad that adorns the stall of a bathroom at the mall, so now you can shop while you drop

(I am patting myself on the back for that one).

My kind of kid.

I like mine over-easy with a little bacon.

Thanks.

My hat goes off to the men who wear the red and white every year during the holiday season.

This session looks pretty stressful.

I get a little anxious when people ask for my criticism, especially when it comes to dope rhymes.

I was just going to point out that "My rhymes is smoother" should probably be changed to "My rhymes are smoother", but then rapping critic extraordinaire chimed in with this:

Positive, and yet poignant.

Well done.

This kind of reminds me of Wrestlemania 3:

The Hulkster vs. Andre the Giant.

Come on, guys.  Put some pants on.

Rob's old mixtapes!

I will put money down that UTFO's "Roxanne Roxanne" is in there somewhere.

The streets of Philadelphia.

This piece of furniture is covered by marble from Independence Mall.  It's about 400 years old.

We spot-check our son's phone to make certain  he is not looking at inappropriate stuff.

My wife found this on it.

I think we're pretty safe. 

He picked up a shirt from Little Baby's ice cream when in Philly.  They brought home some coconut lime for me.  Good stuff.

I ended up at my alma mater for a moment and clicked this shot of the mascot.

Nothing instills fear in rivals like a blue hen.  It could possibly lay an egg in your general direction.

See you next week.