Be glad you aren’t assembling Schrödinger’s box..
It’s been much, much too long since I’ve cleaned up my bookmarks “other” folder; A simple dump is all that I can bother with at this size.
I’m certain that what he meant was:
Donald Trump will be the wealthiest individual elected…
I would gladly say
Black Fridays matter.
except I’m sure that this year some jerk would say
All Fridays matter.
We whiled away a delightful and filling evening with Didi and Torsten, gorging ourselves on a delicious steak dinner and earlier munchies. Then, to top things off, G and her friend decided they wanted to bake some dessert while the menfolk sat on their asses and watched UT decimate Kansas.
Those of you who have watched “The IT Crowd” will understand that I’m telling you that what is on G’s face is chocolate.
And, as always, I remain convinced that the best sound in the world is my daughter’s laughter.
They said the rain would begin at 11pm. With the garage door open, I was able to verify this as true within 2 minutes error. Well done, forecasters. I would raise a glass to you, except that:
The drinking game still holds true. As a reminder, the key words are:
Take a drink every time Jim Spencer says any of these words:
Technically, I never could boycott chick-fil-a, because I never ate there.
Similarly, I cannot support Doritos rainbow Doritos, because I don’t eat them anyway.
It’s probably too much to simply acknowledge that most sushi joints already have a “rainbow roll”…
is helping G with homework. She came down for help with math early today, and we got that out of the way easily. She easily learned where the parenthesis belong with cross-products. Then, she wanted help with a short story. I gave her a few paragraphs and a funny ending.
She re-wrote everything, and returned with a heart-wrenching tale that will not leave my memory for a long time.
And what really gets me, is that that was her teacher wanted. All I did was to give a spark — which was discarded. She kept the theme (which I kept asking her to select out of 4 options) but went completely her own way.
I couldn’t be happier to be heart-broken. And just so you know, my ending was to have one girl shoot a retallitory spitball into her little brother’s mouth just as he was going to sleep, and to get a high-five from her mom who was walking by at the time. G managed to top that ending.
So, if we go by the eventually allowed marriage certificate, Cy and I have been married a whole three months since yesterday.
If we go by our accounting, we’ve been together 30 years today.
The best part of my day? Telling Cy to go back to sleep while I help G with her homework. He’s earned a rest after 30 years, and I’m so proud that she is taking full responsibility for her own homework.
I couldn’t be happier with my family.
While Cy is rehearsing for SJB, I get to single-parent.
Tonight, I got to help not only with math, but with a book report as well. Her summer reading was a book we shared in her youth, and she needed some help identifying foreshadowing. In “Ender’s Game”.
I mean, come on. That’s TOO easy! She did everything except smack her forehead…
Is it wrong that I now feel that I should start a landscaping removal service called “Sod Off?”
I would like to thank: