sh*t happens
By “sh*t,” I mean traffic citations. And by “happens,” I mean to me. As The Kidling and I made our way one from the best birthday party ever–water balloons, doughnuts suspended from trees, sunshine,...
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We have a tendency to pack our weekends to the brim with errands. And by “we” I mean “I.” And by “errands,” I mean “dragging The Kidling around town to keep me company while I buy shit.” One recent...
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