“You really want Subway for dinner?” I asked Max for the third time as we were pulling out of the Super T. “Yes, I just love Subway,” he said. “The white cheese is just amazing.”…
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Wherein our hero turns into a whiny nincompoop
I feel like I’m turning into one of those people who just bitches endlessly about everything and doesn’t do anything about it. It’s odd that I feel like this, because I really haven’t done any…
If I die before I wake, I pray the Lord that the New York Times will run my obit
An integral part of my morning-ritual is the New York Times obits. I am obsessed with them. Sometimes I’ll check them throughout the day just to make sure nobody obscurely important died when I wasn’t…
When you’re standing oh so near, I kind of lose my mind
They always say that the universe only gives you as much as you can handle. The universe must have realized that I cannot handle anything today. My already-shortened fuse has been snipped to near non-existence…
If you build it, they will come
iwilldare.com fan-favorite (especially Wendy), my nephew Max, aka Boo aka Maxwell PufnStuf has entered the building so to speak. The boy’s got a blog. Considering he’s only 7, I expect it to be updated about…
The hit-by-a-truck feeling is the sign of a good weekend
It’s not even 11 o’clock and I have the overwhelming desire to curl up next to the dishwasher and fall asleep. I choose the dishwasher only because it’s currently washing, and well I’m proud of…