Crazy Talk and Sometimes Socks
This pair of socks is pretty much unlike anything I've worn so far this year, and not by accident. In fact, I've been saving them for today. Because kinda like these socks, today is a day a little unlike the others, and this post will follow accordingly. That is, I hope you can forgive me … Continue reading Fortunately, The Socks (a Puddintopia Treatise on Turning 45 and NOT Quite Being The Rock)
I would be unforgivably remiss (and likely unforgiven) if I let today slip without taking a moment to wish a very happy 70th birthday to the best mother I ever had, Grammy Puddin. The family went out and enjoyed a delightful dinner this evening in honor of the event, were I took full advantage of … Continue reading
I have to apologize for not posting sooner this week. I was out of town doing that work thing Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, off having middle-aged dude adventures in Greenville, SC and Wallingford, CT (which is not too far from Hartford). Oh, and, for the record, "middle-aged dude adventures" means having too much curry at … Continue reading Getting Busy And Old And Exploiting Taylor Swift Songs
Also, Grammy Puddin's birthday was yesterday, so The Attitude and I did what any right-thinking father-son combination should do. We made oatmeal cookies to take her this weekend. Hopefully the snow that's falling right now will accommodate. If not, we'll be forced to eat them all ourselves and make more later. Because clearly only a monster would take … Continue reading It’s Snowy And School Is Closed Tomorrow
Being Friday evening already, I have little doubt that most of you are busy readying yourselves for the inevitable carnival of debauchery that comes with the arrival of the weekend. Well, unless you're like me, in which case you're planning to sit in the comfy chair later tonight, play a few cutthroat rounds of Words … Continue reading A Post Of Many Posts
Calamity. Tragedy. Havoc. CAKETASTROPHE. When I woke up Sunday morning, I found myself staring into a box that surely signified misery, anguish, and doom. The Attitude’s 6th Birthday party was just over three hours away, and in the windowed, white bakery box that not eight hours earlier had held his finished, decorated, homemade Pac-Man/Jack o’ … Continue reading How To Ruin A Six Year-Old’s Birthday Party
On this day, exactly mumblecough* years ago, the heavens opened wide, and in a breathtaking expanse of starlight and trumpets, my wife was born unto this Earth. Okay, so maybe that’s not exactly how it happened. My research departments suggests there was actually a hospital involved. And doctors. And some nurses or whatever. Nervous-excited expectant … Continue reading The Puddinette Got A Year Older Today And All I Gave Her Was A Crummy Lunch Sack
As if usually the case, I had every intention of Doing All The Things this weekend. I was going to get all kinds of stuff done and maybe even mark a few things off the List of Husbandly Sloth. However, as is always the case on Monday, that didn’t so much happen. I guess I … Continue reading The Nine Year-Old Girl With a Stuffed Giraffe’s Head
Everybody likes to get birthday offers for stuff in their mail and/or email. Especially stuff that’s free. Because, let’s be honest, short of becoming one of those people from that Cheapskates show who might be willing to drag trash cans down to the pond the ducks poop in at the park to draw off a … Continue reading Happy (Almost) Birthday. We’d Kill You For You Business.
Yesterday I was buzzing like a bee, all a-rarin’ to go, and chomping at the bit, even, consumed with magnificent intention to write The Annual Birthday post. I’m sure it would have been full of faux wisdom and charm, and reminders that one’s birthday makes them no more than 24 hours older than the day … Continue reading Foregoing The Usual Birthday Post (Brownie Now!)
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