Crazy Talk and Sometimes Socks
See that? It's a muffin. More importantly, it's my muffin. The Puddinette made it. For me. I mean, mostly for me. Or, well, kind of for me, in the sense that they're really for the Puddinpop, who turned 10 years old today at some ungodly stupid hour of the morning. I think it was like … Continue reading It’s a big day, and big days call for…muffins
The Puddinette and I have a pseudo-regular habit of exchanging a few mid-morning text messages after finally settling into the day's routine. We generally recap the events of the kind of daily Tasmanian Devil-like whirlwind that happens when you've got to get three kids off to one school, a fourth kid delivered to preschool, one … Continue reading An actual text message I actually texted to my actual wife
It typically happens three, four times a year, maybe. It's not frequent. But sometimes, just every so often, I unintentionally cover myself in such a dark, grumpy, curmudgeonly cloud that Ebenezer Scrooge himself would raise an (excessively bushy) eyebrow at me and say, "Damn, who dropped the fire ants down his skirt?" The Puddinette and … Continue reading Rising from the ashes of your own angst
The kids came home from school today, finally released from another agonizing year of boredom, stupid rules, assorted nonsense, and cafeteria gruel. At least, I'm sure that's what it seemed like to them. To the Puddinette and I, though, it seems that we blinked and somehow lost 9 months of time. On August 18th, 2011, … Continue reading The last day of school and how it’s Just. Not. Fair
Rule One was to just breathe normally. Rule Two was to remember to have fun. For something as complicated as S.C.U.B.A*, with all the hoses and gauges and that big, heavy tank, you'd expect maybe a few more rules than that. Like an entire rulebook that reads like stereo instructions or at least one of … Continue reading Living underwater, every day
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