Sorry, y’all.

I’m ok. What I really wanted to post was more like “holy crap I can’t fucking take it anymore” but I thought that was being overly dramatic. Just to summarize our holiday: Sick child who seems okay during the day but at night transmogrifies into the pitiful creature from the ninth level of hades that […]

that old saying

There’s a saying of “when you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on.” I was never any good at knots.

Wasn’t that great?

Did you see my niece? She was in that sea of people dressed in the blue sailor suits. In the third row. On the right. No, I didn’t see her, either. Oh well, maybe next time…