My oldest boys about the time of my weekend poetry binge, ages 3 and 1. The Curse of Dad Verse It may (or may not) surprise you: but sometimes I tease my kids to distraction. The way I was raised, I figure it's my honor and duty. As noted in an earlier post detailing "shit... Continue Reading →
Words to live by…. I didn’t become a regular coffee drinker until I met my wife and settled into a lazy AM routine of sunshine, catching up on news, and plenty of cream and sugar in my cup. Add kids to the brew, and stir in a unhealthy shot of constant, crazy world events, and... Continue Reading →
Three Electric Toothbrushes: Dadtritus Alert Is it just me, or do most Dads mow through toothbrushes with our mighty molars at a pace that leaves them buzzing and stuttering in our wake? To wit: at last count, I had not one, not two, but three Philips Sonicare models of various vintage standing sentry on my... Continue Reading →
My Driving Sins: Three Irksome Habits If there's anything that tweaks the inner beast in me, it's the questionable and downright dumb behavior of my fellow drivers. Though I've gotta say -- seriously -- I think I've tempered my reactions the older I've gotten. Like a fine wine, I believe I've mellowed. I don't keep... Continue Reading →
Dumb Shit I Say to Restaurant Management I confess: sometimes I get bugged by the dumbest, littlest things. And yeah, I act like an asshole. But it comes from a... never mind. Nope. I act like an asshole. One thing that seems to cue that raging, jerkface inside me is whenever the wife and I... Continue Reading →
Dumb Shit I Say: Public BathroomsThis first installment in "shit I say" takes a look at my passive-aggressive side. And perhaps yours, too? Today we visit that delightful destination of discomfort -- but necessity -- the public bathroom. Let's skip ahead to when you've finished your business and you dutifully, habitually -- right? -- make... Continue Reading →
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