Six minutes. That’s how long it took for me to deliver a pint of blood from my body to the little rubbery plastic bag. Piece of cake. And I got a nifty t-shirt and juice to go with it. And now? I’m having a glass of wine (it’s been 8 hours, I didn’t just give […]
My wife got home an hour ago from getting her hair cut. Short. Now, I love long hair. Love it. I love everything about long hair (and when we were first dating her hair was down to her waist. Of course Carter was barely out of the White House then. Ahem. Anyway, did I say […]
Anybody want to be a Netflix Friend with me? Yeah, I’m addicted. But not as bad as some people that check their e-mail in the middle of a very stressful situation (see #14). But addicted, nonetheless. Lemme know…