Questions. I have questions.
Where’s the NFL? If I’m stuck inside on a Sunday afternoon, I want football.
NASCAR! Amigo likes NASCAR. The announcers just said, “This isn’t Richmond, this is I-95!” Oh, there are times the track looks a lot like I-94 around Milwaukee.
Why does the remote control continually fall into the couch behind Amigo? No, don’t answer that.
Trent, the last American Idol, really rocked the National Anthem. He wowed the crowd – and he wowed us. That’s a statement, not a question.
Which Mountain Dew is better: Baja Blast or Pitch Black? And truly, who cares?
How are the Milwaukee Brewers doing this afternoon? Is the roof open?
How many school days are left until summer?
Can I start a few more seeds indoors? Maybe peas or beans?
Why are so few of the marigold seeds coming up?
Should I consider raising monarch butterflies?
Most of these questions have no answers. Some have answers that don’t really matter. With that in mind, I think I’ll hit “Post” and watch the race with Amigo. Boogity Boogity Boogity!