My Funny Girl You drive me nuts. Do you know that? Several times a day, I’ve come so close to putting my head through drywall because of you. And then I hear your husky, toddler voice say, “Hey. Don’t worry dude. I got this.” That’s when I half-snort, half laugh Yes you got it, don’t you? I can’t stay angry. Always Looking Forward. Now that I’ve gotten to know you, I know why you were born three weeks early. You…
One night after we put the girls to bed we decided to watch a little grown-up television. “Wanna watch some Paranormal Witness?” “Sure!” We were properly frightened. The scary face happened, we both jumped. Luckily we lived through it. But what should be considered more impressive was that we didn’t fall asleep on the couch. Staying awake on the couch equals a high-five. We did it! There was no way we’d make it through a second one, definitely time for…
Before I start this story, I just want to publicly congratulate my wife Annie, she’s been working very hard on a tightly monitored diet and exercise program, and she has enjoyed great results. She has officially attained a weight she hasn’t seen since before becoming a mother. There have been a few lessons learned along the way, one of them being exercise equipment. If the price is too good to be true, then it is not good at all. We…
Meh, Olympics. Whatever. The whole thing is too hyped up. I’ve got things to do, I’m busy, and I have better things to watch during my free time. Now let’s look for something to watch… News, Jeopardy, ugh…there it is. The stupid Olympics. Looks like swimming. Hmm, this is kind of close. I suppose I’ll see how this one turns out. If for no other reason, I won’t be totally out of the loop. Wow…this is looking like a really…
The dishwasher was loaded, counters wiped off, I looked over my shoulder…no kids. I quietly popped a couple of Tostitos from my super-secret-just-for-me-not-for-kids stash into my mouth and went to check on the girls. They both looked at me suspiciously. Lyd spoke, “I smell Doritos.” (Doritos? She’s got her names mixed up. Should I correct her? No.) “Really?” I asked, my expression was saturated with innocence. “I really like Doritos” She replied. “Really?” I asked. “Yeah, they’re my favorite.” “Good…