So there we were, expounding on SOBUMD’s 40th birthday, and Number One Son walks up to a family friend and mentions that old age is catching up with his parents. “Why’s that?” asks our friend, taking an unwise sip of his drink. “Because they can’t seem to remember if they’ve showered or not. We all […]
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That the Reigning Queen of Pink, Grand Duchess of Fluff, and High Protector of Barbies would have genetic issues should come as no surprise; she intends to stand toe-to-toe and pink hairband to pink headband with any inbred European princess the old families care to name. Those who rule by divine right take no prisoners. […]
As I was driving the younger two to school, Number One Son was shouting out the car window at passers-by. Trying to use the Socratic method, I asked him why he thought it was OK to do that. “Daddy,” says he, “no one notices a car with a Big Ugly Man Doll!” I cracked up. […]
I am a firm believer in the fundamental interconnectedness of all things. There may be no greater proof of this than when the flow of the water fountain in the hallway ebbs as you hear the toilet flushing in the adjacent bathroom.