An unfiltered fire hose of flaming condemnation


I know that what I am about to say could be considered too much information, but isn’t that why you come here anyway? Why do my farts smell like Leta’s shits? It’s not like I’m eating applesauce or drinking formula all day, and every time…

December 21, 2004

Commode conversation

Yesterday Leta started playing peekaboo with me, lifting up a blanket, hiding her face, and then jerking it down to reveal her smile. We played it seven or eight times before I had to get up and call Jon to tell him the news. The…

How to Annoy Me

Accuse me of passing along my hiccup gene to the baby. YOU CANNOT INHERIT THE HICCUPS.