Holy crap, Johnny Cash and John Ritter died. Plus Warren Zevon earlier in the week. I guess they really do happen in 3's. Apparantly, John Ritter died from some disorder of his heart and aorta. Where his aorta tore away from his heart. OUCH! Feel kind of bad now because he was recently hosting some show we were watching and Rachel and I commented about how terrible he looked and how old looking he got.

Wouldn't you know it, this whole week it's been warm and sunny during the day and cool and crisp at night. Now that the weekend is almost upon us, it's overcast, windy and cool. Yesterday it was 86 degrees and sunny, and I'm trapped in an office for 9 hours. The weekend is here when I can actually bask in the sunlight, play some golf, do some yard work and the weather turns crappy. Well at least it's football season and I can just veg out on the couch if the weather turns real bad.

Next Staurday is the big Sully's Golf Tournament at Bristow Manor. A restaurant we frequent, which is owned by the parents of Rachel's best friend in high school is sponsoring a best ball tournament. So me, Mike, Rachel's dad and brother Jonathan will make up a foresome that will hopefully do some damage. The winner of the tournament gets dinner for 4 at Sully's. On the par 3's closest to the pin wins $25 and there are two long drive holes at $50 a piece. Not bad. If we tee off from the white tees, I should have a fairly good chance at the closest to the pin. I can hit a decently long ball, but I just don't have the size to compete in the long drive. My max is about 270 yards, but my average is only around 220-235.

This is gonna sound silly, but we got this new sheet set and comforter for the wedding. We just got around to getting it out and putting it on the bed. These sheets are by far the softest most comfortably sheets I've ever slept on. It's like sleeping on a lamb! 300 thread count sheets rule.