NURSE!?! I can’t use this laminated composite crap! Get me some real wood… oak, ash, hickory. Hell, I’ll even take pine or maple. Just get it here STAT!
As it happens, my wife has suffered through the preliminary, primary, and waning stages of illness, and I’m still cold free. My daughter has seen all manner of matter treat her mouth like a two-way street, but I…
My wife is convinced that we are cursed. Every year, at this time, the Kauffman Household (v 2.2.2) passes around a nasty bug. Or so she says, but more on that later. Last night my daughter got jiggy with a little retroperistalsis, and tonight my wife is playing a little catch-up.
I should of had a V8! That, or I should have stayed in a hotel this week; for it is not a question of IF I’ll…
Adam is sitting behind me in the family room, poking me in the back and doing his impression of DeNiro in “Analyze This!”
“You. You! You’re good!”
Mind you, he’s never seen the movie, and the closest thing he has to an Italian American acquaintance is his German/Irish/English/Swiss/American father who does the occasional impression to entertain the…
Do you know why today was a great day? It wasn’t because we did anything special, like go to an amusement park, or turn in a winning lottery ticket. It wasn’t because we went to another birthday party today (although that was a nice reason to leave the house for a couple hours). It wasn’t even because my head finally stopped hurting this evening (although it did, and it was a…
My son had an appointment with his doctor a couple weeks ago because he was complaining about pain in his back. Because my daughter has had problems with her kidneys, we decided we should take him in for a checkup. We were in and out with an order for some testing… an MRI on the kidneys and an x-ray on the back.
The good news was the MRI came back clean. The x-ray however came back showing…
Cheryl’s cousin is friends with Richard Thomas, of Walton’s fame. She went with her mother to see Twelve Angry Men at the Tampa Bay Performing Arts Center this afternoon, and got to meet him afterwards.
During the show, Cheryl let it be known that pessimism is contagious (me being the source), continuously telling her mother that there was no way they’d get to meet him…
Those are the kind of signs I don’t like too much… but who does? (Sometimes I think I just sit here and type shit, just for the sake of typing. Although, I’m getting to like this funky iMac keyboard, so there are worse things I could be doing that typing crap for the sake of typing.)
Dad’s making the drive to Chattahoochee for the first time this weekend. I thought I might…