Good news: Asked my 24 year old nephew why my earphones didn’t work in my one week old eye phoney. “gimme. (fingers go furious.) It was yer blue tooth.” Damn, my Baby Jackass was right. Earphones work. His i-phone foo is stellar.

Bad news: Came home to my Beasty Dawg Boys. Old man Mookie was carrying around a one pound box of sugar he counter surfed from next to the coffee maker. A Hansel & Gretel trail of sugar throughout the house, if you will.

What is your good news/bad news? Or just good or just bad??