There are a few dozen things I probably should be writing about tonight, but I don’t feel much up to it. I was at a friend’s house earlier this evening, when he unexpectedly invited me to check out his hidden scotch vault, and all of the pent up anger, which I was going to use […]
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So, yeah, today’s the day Arlo found out that his grandparents were responsible for cutting off the “safety part” of his father’s penis, something I’m sure they’ll hear about come Sunday, during our weekly call… If you’re reading this, mom and dad, you’ve got five days to come up with a good explanation. For what […]
Arlo, as I was putting him to bed this evening, told me that, the harder he tugged on his ear lobes, the farther away he could hear. It was dark, and we’d been laying quietly in his bed for a few minutes, having finished James and the Giant Peach and our nightly ten minutes of […]
We’ve spent a good deal of time this past year attempting to steer Arlo away from guns. We haven’t been terribly successful, in that he still runs around pretending to shoot things, but, if you ask him what he’s doing, he’ll usually explain to you that the guns he’s pretending to shoot don’t actually fire […]
