5 Things We Know On A Sunday – From A Ketchup “Murder In The Kitchen” To How Early Is To Early To Decorate For Christmas, Plus Bum Phillips, Linus, Who To Trust And When And Old Boots – It’s What We Know On A Sunday!

5 Things We Know On A Sunday

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  1. When you drop a packet of ketchup, say from Whataburger, on your kitchen floor; the fall-out is epic. The minute you think you’ve cleaned up everything, your wife will walk through and ask who got murdered in the kitchen. . . Best advice? Get your dog in there and turn her loose. She’ll find everything.
  2. I’m going to start decorating for Christmas before Thanksgiving. Don’t get mad. One of the things I’m thankful for is Christmas, so it works out. As for Halloween, I could give a hang. It’s gone from what we knew as kids in the 70s/80 ( and before for some of y’all ) into a nothing deal. The only redeeming quality Halloween has? They show “It’s The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown” on TV. BTW, if y’all find a really sincere pumpkin patch, let me know.
  3. Bum Phillips was a great Texas football coach. It pains me that he ever had to coach the Saints and leave the State of Texas. Imagine if Texas Tech had made him the highest paid coach in college football at the time instead of Texas A&M giving that title to Tacky Jackie Sherrill. . .
  4. I trust the guy who tells me he doesn’t know for sure more than I trust the guy who tells me he knows for sure. Unless that guy tells me I’m on fire or something. In that case, I’ll take my chances with the guy who knows for sure. Otherwise…
  5. I’m at a cross-roads with a great pair of boots. Ten years in. It will cost more to repair them than to buy a new pair. I’m thinking of having them bronzed. They served well. There should be some sort of formal ceremony when it’s time to retire boots. Like a flag ceremony. But with cold beer.

Hyatt

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