I hear today was a holiday. The Bouviers took the kids to my sister’s place so they wouldn’t miss out on our plans. Cheryl and I stayed home. Well, mostly.
This morning I was sitting with a cup of coffee, thinking it was kind of funny to be thankful McDonald’s was open (of all things). I was thinking about the last month, about the last twenty-four hours, feeling sorry for…
Have you ever had a three cup day turn into a five cup day and you still found yourself doing the Monday morning head bob? My caffeine intake this morning is fast approaching obsessive/compulsive – if it hasn’t long surpassed it – and I’m still having some serious consciousness issues. I’ve even pulled out my big gun: black, dark, extra-bold, and strong enough to dull…
This post has been a while coming. I’ve been freaky tired, but fear not dear readers. Knowing is half the battle and good humor is two thirds, so I’m running a surplus.
Get a load of my visit with the doctor last week. She tells me she wants to go over the good stuff from my labs first. The word ‘first’ was my cue to stop paying attention until she said…
On Cheryl’s behalf, I want to say thanks for your comments and your thoughts. Cheryl got a little lift from every comment, message, and stop over (at the house).
Now that I’ve got the warm-fuzzies out of the way I’m going to start whining.
Cheryl’s been feeling a little worse, but it wasn’t unexpected. She’s been home all this week – except for when…
I didn’t think this would be a great weekend. My wife’s cousin was killed in a motorcycle accident last weekend and we planned to drive over to Orlando for the service set for Saturday (tomorrow).
We were leaving work early this morning to pack, pick up the kids, and head over to my sister’s house tonight. She was letting us stay there so we wouldn’t have to foot the bill…
We’re thinking it turned out something less newsworthy than a child abduction happened yesterday. We’re pretty sure a kid plucked off the street by strangers near a school bus stop would get at least a mention on the local news web site. Nothing’s been reported.
I may try to talk Cheryl into calling the sheriff’s office tomorrow just to make sure (she’s the one in law…
Note: this post was conceived and executed (don’t you wish) in the presence of two dozen kids practicing martial arts to the maddeningly loud beat of the Black Eyed Peas. Stop reading if you’re not feeling really patient. It’s part of an ongoing series of posts I call “too cute cubed.”
Imagine someone who’s lazy by nature. If you’re picturing me, consider…
I know this is going to sound crazy, but I ate my first PB&J in several years this afternoon. Yeah, I know that you’re thinking. How can someone who loves peanut butter as much as a guy like me live without a staple for so long? Don’t get me wrong, I haven’t forsaken the creamy peanut stuff. I’ve had plenty of grilled peanut butter sandwiches in the mean time.
What can…