The title of this isn't wrong. I have opinions on all of the major sport coaches at LSU.

How much do you want to know about how to eat chicken feet?

When we first got Lili as a new dog, one of the cats happened to catch and kill a mouse. He left the dead mouse in Lili's bed. Generous gift, or hate crime? It's hard to tell. A more serious crime has been repeated the last two days, but this time, the dog is the perpetrator.

We just got back from Colorado, for a long weekend trip for our 10th anniversary. I have a few photos out there for you, but you don't really take too many photos when there are just two of you on a trip. Who wants to have photos taken of them by themselves?

Many of my readers will be too young (or too old -- Hi Dad), to remember the day before Bryan Adams wasn't a pussy. Back in the summer of 1986, I was 15, and enjoying the freedom that comes with being old enough to run wild, but too young to drive and work. But most of my friends were 16 and driving, so it was the best of both worlds. And this isn't one of those "I didn't know how well I had it" types of posts. I knew that it was great even at the time.

It's been over a week since I mentioned college football here, so we're long overdue. I've enjoyed just about every LSU game this season, particularly the overtime wins over Alabama and Auburn. The Bama win is a fresh memory. The Auburn win will go down in history as "the missed field goal game."

Wednesday and Thursday last week were a pain in the ass.

Here are four things I know about football right now, that I didn't know Saturday morning:

I find it damned near impossible to keep my garage and shop clean. Some -- including the other resident at my address -- will blame my scatter-brained nature, or my disorganization. But the truth is that my own organizational genius is to blame. Allow me to elaborate.

On Sunday morning, the air was cool as we motored down the Red River. Not so cool that you were uncomfortable, but just cool enough to raise a few goose bumps when the sun went behind a cloud. The banks were devoid of houses, so for a couple of hours we had just seen hills, trees, and birds. "ARE YOU CHECKING FOR LOGS?"

I woke up at 3:00 this morning and never did get back to sleep. It's now 8:30 in the evening, and I've started and deleted this entry twice before my current attempt. I usually start writing with a half-formed idea or two, and somehow, my brain turns them into paragraphs without it seeming like an effort.

When my nephew was around 6 or so, someone dropped off some wet and stick on tattoos for him. He wasn't around when they were received, so I decided to take one of the tattoos and put it on an ass cheek. The idea was that when he came to proudly show off his new tattoo, I could say, "Wow, I have one just like that!" Then, I could drop my pants and get a big laugh. Everyone knows that six year old boys (and I) find butt cheeks amazingly funny.