I'm doing it. It might cause laryngitis, diarrhea, baldness, memory loss, white rage, paranoia, uncontrollable twitches, blackouts, drooling or worse, a bear attack.
I refuseÂ… flat out refuse to blame Cathy, my loving wife, for her crude assumption, lack of couth, class and respect toward a dedicated husband who after close to one year has painstakingly acquired all the finite skills necessary to be called a...
I'd really like to say this is a story about chipmunks, ice cream and teddy bears, but it's not. It's about parenting, and the fact that I just can't leave well-enough alone.
LBNÂ’s new semi-regular feature about the things, thoughts and conundrums overheard during the course of a week. Otherwise a bunch of small instances that are good enough to mention, but didnÂ’t necessarily deserve a whole story.
It all happened so quickly! I wasnÂ’t trying to prove a point; I wasnÂ’t even trying to show off. In fact, I couldnÂ’t give you one good reason why I was standing on the chair, especially since IÂ’d been screaming at Lucy for the past few weeks to stop standing on the furniture.