Some days I really doubt that any one has a family as unique as mine. I called my Dad yesterday to have a conversation. He than yelled at me on the phone “I can’t talk right now! I’m sitting on a toilet at a truck stop!” ??? Why did he answer in the …
It just wouldn’t be Christmas if I wasn’t staring at a brown bottle of urine. In my dad’s defense it could actually be a bottle of Arizona iced tea in the trunk of his Chevy but knowing my dad and how he never stops for bathroom breaks, chances are good it might be …
I really wish I wasn’t listening to the sound of America’s future criminals right now, brought to me today by local neighborhood thugs to be. One day, one day I will live in a nice neighborhood again. A neighborhood surrounded by 100-year-old pine trees, and not twelve-year-old mini gangsta’s. One day my porch won’t overlook …
My father is a fan of saving a buck or two. When I was growing up that meant collecting spare cans and never turning on a single light. I’m really good at seeing in the dark. That means instead of fancy toys, growing up, we had cats, lots of cats. We always wondered how does …
Sometime I think I repress some memories of my childhood. The thought of slimy lettuce brought me back to 1989 and the summer of the Whopper. I was just thinking about the summer of ’89 the other day and eating frozen yet defrosted Whooper hamburgers st aright from the microwave for a whole summer. (My Dad’s …