The War Council is disbanded. – Me, after a frank and refreshing talk with the ex-Mrs.
It’s really true EVERYTHING in life has a Star Trek analogue. Especially if you include the clunky TOS first season.
The important thing to remember about ex-wives is that you divorced their ass for a reason. By all means be civil, but that new her is still based on the old her. Don’t be fooled by the attractive package. – Me, after a surprisingly cordial crossing of paths.
UPDATE: It’s worth it to have an actual two sided conversation. There is much to learn, genius boy. Perhaps one listened to bad advice instead of opening a dialog. Perhaps one should have gone with one’s gut, rather than the reflex of the war council.
Gonzo di Dottore
New month, updated failsafe measures. Same triggers.
Anyhoo, he left cookies – an open bag. Is it wrong to eat one? The cookies don’t have a soul, right? An open back is nearly valueless, yes?
These are the questions I struggle with, to avoid real questions like who goes to the thing, what now with the kid and do I deliver what I wrote.
a breakfast treat at Safeway or a horrible (yet hilarious in the the Safeway check out line) exotic male affliction.
So I am kid 2 us driving to school. We stop at the Kwik-E-Mart for a beverage and some cash. We hop back in the car. As the car starts, from somewhere, the first few bars of this… start blasting. However, the radio is off (because: kid driving). WTH? Where’s that music from? Kid 2: Dad, that’s you. Yep. It’s me. Pandora…