It’s not that he’s a hypochondriac…
…it’s just that my twelve year old thinks he might have leprosy.
Ever since he learned of the leper colony in Hawaii in Science class, my son has been randomly peppering our conversations with the word. For example:
(Rocking out to the Gorillaz in our car) ME: HahahahahahaahaaahaaaaaaaHARRY: Hoo, hoo~!ME: Shockashocka, shocka shocka…So what do you guys [...]
I took a dump
I am a fan of many things in life, and those that know me well, know my love of THROWING OLD CRAP AWAY. There is nothing quite so peaceful, so harmonious, so freakin’ FREEING as getting rid of those things that clutter the quiet, shaddowy spaces of my old house.
This weekend, I was introduced to [...]
I think I’m getting a moustache.
On second thought, that was probably something I shouldn’t have mentioned.
My son is hilarious.
As is typical with my 12 year old son, I found out this evening that the report I have been asking him about for the last month is not yet complete. Surprise Number One. Worse, however, is Surprise Number Two: Despite his frequent assurances that he was all caught up, and that the personal interview [...]
I hate the United States Postal Service.
Just understand that my hate is completely unfounded. It’s not that I have no respect for the people who work there, for what they do, for who they are… let’s be honest: I don’t care about people. So clearly it’s not that at all. I think the institution is fabulous, that it serves an [...]
