1. Tiggertreating Weirdly, in light yesterday’s boy-band photos, Eliza was repeatedly referred to as a little boy tonight. Apparently, only boys can be Tiggers. Will try to resist feminist tirade about proscribed gender roles. 2. Shameful confessions time: How many of you beside me just ate your toddler’s Butterfingers, on … more behind the clicky
1. Happy birthday honey! Though I was sorely tempted, in the fun spirit of birthday-related humiliation, to scan in pictures of infant Jim holding his toy phone to his ear upside down or post-collegiate mullet Jim, I am being nice. I hope to coax a Van Halen concert review out … more behind the clicky
Just the whiskers, not the fur.
See this attractively bruised fat lip? It’s my house’s fault. As part of “Project Omigod WHAT Kind of a Sty Have We Been Living in for the Past 4 Years?” I have been ripping up the dirty, peeling linoleum in the side entrance. So far, I have not cut off … more behind the clicky
Jim’s birthday is Tuesday. He is taking the evening off from work. He will not be spending it with me or Eliza. Instead, he will drive to Boston with a friend and attempt to score scalped tickets to the Van Halen show. He doesn’t like Van Halen. However, Van Halen … more behind the clicky