Chewing the fat with the lean, mean, grilling machine
A propos of nothing, my mom emailed me a bunch of pictures this afternoon. There was no subject, there were no titles, and the names of the files didn't indicate what the heck they were. Assuming they were pictures of kittens doing silly things, I downloaded only one. To my surprise, it was a crappy cell phone photo of my mom shaking hands with George Foreman. I guess there are perks to dating a former football player/coach.