• Huh!?!

    No, I’m not talking about baseball, although I am watching the game right now. I’m talking about one of the television ads during the Fox broadcast. According to an advertisement for Ambien, a sleep aid, one of the possible side effects is drowsiness.

  • That knot in your stomach that just won’t go away

    It is ten a.m. and I have just woken from seven hours of uninterrupted sleep. I went from deep sleep to fully awake in the blink of an eye (two of them actually). Why? Because I must live through another game seven tonight. There are ten hours until the first pitch and already I’m worried. This is what it means to be a Red Sox fan, even if baseball isn’t my favorite spectator sport. It would be just like the Red Sox to do something spectacular like being the first MLB team to come back from 3-0, then lose in game seven.

    Yes, hope can be a cruel mistress – particularly in Beantown.

    Now with my nerves already on edge, Cheryl has offered to get me a cup of java from Starbucks on her way home. Foolishly, I said yes. I’m sure THAT’S just what my stomach needs.

  • Past due

    “John, do you realize that we haven’t done any housework since Adam was born?”

    “Yeah, I know. It’s been great, hasn’t it?”

    Although no breath passed over her vocal cords to put voice to her reply, the look on her face said volumes. A golden age in the Kauffman Household (version 2.2.1) is over.