It was 7:45 on a sunny Sunday morning, and Don Henley had to die. By the time the coffee was ready, Debbie Gibson was pregnant with my two-headed love child. By 8:30, breakfast was on the table, my girlfriend was in a coma, and we were doing Jello shots with Jesus. Life is good.
Question: What do you call it when you eat the whole damn bag of cookies at 3 o’clock in the morning because you can’t sleep and nothing seems like quite as good an idea as tearing through that bag of chocolate chip cookies you bought yesterday? Right. Back to bed.
The other day I found myself contemplating Number One Son’s IEP, which (for those who may not know) is an Individual Education Plan. These plans are set up collaboratively with the public education system and the parents of children who may need, ahem, an individual education plan. Number One Son is doing really well with […]
Happy St. Valentine’s Day to you – yes, you! YOU are my special valentine today. You know, for the next 3 minutes.
Once upon a time there was a pre-kindergarten class that encouraged each student to bring home a stuffed bear of medium size. Each child was allowed to take Cookie, for that was this bear’s name, home on a Friday to return on the Monday. Cookie was so named because he (why are most bears assumed […]