Today Elmo, sporting baggy pants, hoodie and black sunglasses, rapped out a tune called “Yo Five, No Jive.” It brought me back to when Alvin and the Chipmunks, acorn bling dangling from gold chains, posed gangsta-style on the cover of their self-titled DVD. Next, I predict Oscar the Grouch emerges from his garbage can with diamond grill, do rag and machine gun. Which of our childhood icons will sell out next?
Nothing like fourteen years of a Sheppard Akita. Today there was so much fur on my jacket a PETA fanatic attacked me with a can of green spray paint.
Tyler’s new 8FX slotcar racetrack. Amazing how many hours a boy can watch a couple of cars go around and around the same track without it losing its novelty. Luckily we outgrow that kind of mentality upon entering adulthood. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a Nascar Sprint Cup Series rerun to catch. After that, it’s nine more weeks till the Kentucky Derby!
