Okay, so one thing to know about me is this: I dislike customer service people. Well, that’s not entirely fair. I dislike talking with customer service people, be that over the phone, in person, web chats, Western Union telegrams. Stop., Pony Express, whatevs. Dislike probably isn’t a strong enough word. Fortunately, buying prescription eyeglasses now involves no pushy salespeople.
Mouse loves school. Always has. Until two weeks ago when we saw a crack in her armor. And then there was that day she came home, and collapsed crying into her over-sized stuffed animal bear.
This week, I again boarded a plane with my dad to watch baseball. And again it was a White Sox road game. And again the Indians were involved. That has to be more than a coincidence.
“There’s a fine line between brave and stupid,” said someone, somewhere.
I’m not entirely certain on which side of said line we are standing at this moment in time.
If I skip out on milk at breakfast time, I spend the rest of the day craving it so hardcore. I must make sure not a single day goes by without me getting some milk into my body.
In 5 years flat I went from working dad to at-home dad to lazy. Boom! And I completely forgot to mark the occasion last week.
I have identified 7 (+ 1 bonus) ways to tell for certain that you’re a bonehead parent, and that list was published yesterday by The Good Men Project. I’m told it is getting lots of eyeballs. Take a look for yourself and see how you stack up.
This one is for both boys and girls, grown-ups and children alike. When you find yourself having the same dream, looped throughout the night like an extended #VineAfterDark video, of being at a massive dinner party with friends, family, an overflowing food spread, and a very open bar, and you […]
