Um, we need to talk.

I’ve been putting this little talk off for a while, but I think it’s
time I said what’s on my mind. I’ve thought about it long and hard,
and I don’t think it’s me – it’s you.

I’m talking to you, calf, because I’m really tired of your nonsense.
We’ve been together a long time, and I’m really attached to you, but
c’mon – you need to be pulling more of your own weight.

So what if I ran a few miles, so what if I’m a couple of cheeseburgers
overweight. I warned you, you knew this was coming. But for you to
suddenly start acting like a spoiled child (“I’m gonna take my ball
and go HOME”) is totally unacceptable. You don’t see your brother
acting like that, do you?

Buck up, mister. I need to get back out there and run again, for my
mental health as much as anything.

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…”

Don’t you wish you were me?

Prom flashback

I wanna be one of the cool kids, so I’m posting (again) pictures from our prom night.

Here’s one where you can see the dress:

Going to... prom

And here’s me trying hard to look down her dress without actually appearing to be leering down her dress:

Just kids

1983. We stayed out all night. It was awesome. Just over four years later, we were married. Next Friday marks the 25th anniversary of our first (blind) date.

Other Awesome Prom Flashbacks You Really To Read:
Mrs. Flinger
Mamalogues
Oh the Joys
Supermama

C’mon, play along! You know you want to.