I’m thick.

No, not that way. I have a code. Stuffi. Sniffwy. Weezy. Misewable. And? They make you feel like a criminal just buying sudafed at the store. You have to go to the pharmacy now. “May I see your drivers license?” “I need a local phone number.” “Please sign here and give your full address.” All […]

bastards at the gates

I yelled at my son a little while ago. (my older boy, not the fella that was sick today). He used some rather choice language against his mom and then, um, “decorated” with a sharpie, something he knows much better than to do. Then I asked him to do something, he smarted off, and I […]