And I wish it were the air conditioner. We’re dyin’ here. need. ice cream. update: (1 hour later): Somebody flipped a switch, somewhere. Now wearing parka. Coffee has iced over. Nipples hurting. Burning adding machine tape to keep warm, sane. Not working.
13.5 – Hours away from home 6 – hours not in the car 1 – football playoff game viewed that had my niece performing on the drill team at halftime 38-0 – the score at halftime. We weren’t winning 56 – the temperature in fahrenheit. 4 – cups of coffee I had all day 4 […]
Okay, y’all, thanks for the, um, support yesterday. Here’s what happened: Mom (my bride, the love of my life, she who I can’t live without, the goddess, angel, etc.) ran from work to pick up our son so he could go to scouts. He announces he doesn’t want to go to scouts, preferring to get […]