Speaking of cooking…

We sit down for dinner last night (it was my turn to cook, so naturally I ran to On the Border for take-out) My daughter sits next to me, most nights. No sooner did we pull everything out of the bag… “I want some diarrhea.” “Excuse me?” “please!” (now I’m confused, but what else is […]

it only hurts when I laugh

As part of Funeral Week ’06, we took the extended family to a football game. Partly so they could see that Friday Night Lights isn’t exactly fiction (the high school stadium had a jumbotron, for Christ’s sake), but also to see our niece and nephew perform in the band and drill team. And to get […]