Your son

Note: this is a guest post from my lovely bride, who says it waaaay better than I could. Ahem: Decided to make coffee. Lunch, nah, but 2 hours later COFFEE! I heard the trickling of water being poured into the coffee maker as I was sewing at the table. Bounded up, and said, “Stop.” J […]

A day late, dollar short

I say, and you think… Silence :: is golden. Wall :: Tear down the Killed :: in action. Too many. Wishful :: thinking Poodle :: hair Sullen :: me? Do not disturb :: Please make up my room (flip side) Philadephia :: Brotherly love. Sistas? Go someplace else. Anticipation :: the ketchup song Sidewalk :: […]

Kids

My oldest is apparently learning (through a friend at school) how to cuss in Chinese. Awesome. And my middle child announced, while we’re sitting in the back of church, “Dad, there are nineteen people here with a bald spot on their head.” I glare at him. He continues, “No, really,” pointing now “One, two, three…” […]