One guy just straw-stabbed and shot-gunned an entire Capri Sun in ten seconds. Another dude is sloppy swallowing cupcakes way past his personal capacity. Someone tells him he’s had enough and he throws a fit like a total baby. There’s always that certain point past which each burp threatens to become barf. Some girl dances to… Continue reading Rugrat Rager & The Half-Pint Heathens
I am a stickler for details. This is something old history professors found most impressive. Mostly everybody else finds this most obnoxious. If I was penning a paper on the origins of popular euphemisms, for instance, I would latch onto the old adage about beating a dead horse. Then I’d go out robbing equine graves. I’d… Continue reading Chain-Smoking Carnies & Bearded Ladies: A Child’s Party
It’s all scrambled eggs and conspiracy in my house this morning. After several minutes of unexpected pleasantries, I asked my son what was going on? Why did Da Da make Ma Ma’s coffee? No one’s grumpy yawning? Are those birds chirping? Who washed the dishes? And, for the love of Pearl, why is everyone smiling?… Continue reading Dear Birthday, You got me again.