The World Is Our Playground

Wow. That actually looks like a gothic song title.

Sore throat. Can’t talk. I’m pretty sure my office mates are going to love that . . . one in particular. Lucky little poops.

It’s like I’ve reverted back to the good old pre-pubescent years. My favorite time of life.

The thing that really sucks about [...]

There has been much ballyhooing about the lack of visual aids on this blog–questions regarding faces and the such. In an effort to stem the tide of surging rage, I present to you the following:

That’s weef.

There.

Well . . . this is a new development. As you may or may not know, girls 1 and 2 were placed with us in foster care back in October. The ‘forecast’ for the birth mom was that she would probably lose the girls, though she could get everything done and get them back. She [...]

Today is Sunday. During the week, girls 1 and 2 adamantly insist upon watching “Curious George” or “Mickey’s Playhouse” (hot dog, hot dog, hot diggety dog!) or “The Backyardigans.” On Sundays, though, we discourage them from watching that which they would watch during the rest of the week. Problem: we didn’t have a lot of [...]

So, here I am, all worky and stuff. Today is my 6th day with no caffeinated beverages. Those of you who know the pattern will recognize this as the day when I normally cave and start pounding the crap out of a 12-pack.

Today is different, though. I can’t explain it. Yes, I’m dying. Yes, [...]