One thing that always takes me back… the Who. When my wife and I were dating, I had a car with a casette deck. (some of you may have to go ask your parents what that is. It’s okay, we’ll wait.) It had a feature where when it reached the end of the tape it […]
* you’ve got to run like hell. Okay, warning: more navel gazing, (not naval gazing) ahead. Ahem. This is too long, so here’s a more button (that’s a more, eh?)
I found myself doing jumping jacks with a mob of seven-year-olds. I haven’t done jumping jacks in 20. years. What’s better? The other parents (who, um, weren’t doing them) have video.