and life on earth (or maybe not, not that I read the lyrics)
That’s it. Goddammit, that’s it. NO ONE does that. Says that. Thinks that. And remains.
The War Council is disbanded. – Me, after a frank and refreshing talk with the ex-Mrs.
Your kid needs to print something on Sunday night at 8. Your printer is out of ink. Replacement ink costs about $75. Staples has your ink. Staples is closed. Best Buy probably has your ink. Best Buy is definitely closed. Target is open, but doesn’t have your ink. Target does sell printers that come with…
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.
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.
Deja Vu, All Over AgainLike last week, driving the kid to school is an adventure in poltergeists. This time, we hop in the car and this starts playing. Immediately. Spontaneously, on my phone. On Pandora. In my pocket. Is it an electronic glitch related to Kid 2’s failing phone? Is my phone possessed? Since it…