Matt and I haven't written in almost six months. It is equal parts lack of time, laziness and real life getting in the way. But that is neither here nor there (which is a phrase I have despised for decades but I'm placing it here as an inside joke ... for who, don't really know).
Anyways, I have pretty much mastered the art of over promising and under delivering during my blogging days. But that is not going to happen again. Write it down ... but in pencil.
No more over the top goals of getting in prime physical shape.
No more talk of becoming a vegan (maybe a one week trial?).
No more missions to seek out NJ urban legends and report back.
Nope. We are going to keep it simple. Pinky swear.
We are who we are (which is so much more meaningful than "it is what it is").
And that is two 40 year old men who have families, love bad sports teams, love bad TV shows, talk about working out like we are still 19 years old, read food labels at Wegman's like we are professional nutritionists, get annoyed at things that most people never notice and most importantly, cherish our lunches during the work week.
That is where we shine.
That is where we are smarter than Dr. Oz, funnier than Chris Rock, more knowledgeable about pop culture than the entire staff at Entertainment Weekly and more angry and annoyed than Denis Leary and George Carlin combined.
Let that soak in for a a minute ...
Got it? Good. Now remind yourself to check back in regularly for gosh darn good old fashioned entertainment.
Two Guys at Lunch