by The Weed | Mar 18, 2012 | The Weed
And I actually did have a post ready for my seventh day. I did not fizzle out like some poor attention deficit riddled firework that gets ready to explode and then just… dies. But, for probably one of the first times, Wife put a veto on the post that I was going...
by The Weed | Mar 15, 2012 | The Weed
As wife was cooking dinner Anna said: “Mommy, what’s that disgusting smell. It smells like poo. And oranges.” Then during dinner she insisted on wearing a blanket over head so as to not smell the dinner. Aaaaand I’m spent. Getting up at 5:30...
by The Weed | Mar 14, 2012 | The Weed
Um, Wife and I need your help with something. While I would stop short of calling Wife a hoarder, we do have an issue where she insists on collecting stuff that is… garbage. Like the other day. I was digging around in a drawer, and I pulled this out. Me: ...
by The Weed | Mar 13, 2012 | The Weed
Wife likes to watch crime shows. She doesn’t like me around when she watches her programs because she says I get too snooty about them. She’s probably right. I don’t mean to get snooty. It’s just that for some of those shows (NCIS!) the...
by The Weed | Mar 12, 2012 | The Weed
I went to the eye-doctor recently. I’ve always kind of hated going to the optometrist/ophthalmologist/oculist/occultist (did you catch that joke there? It’s a doozie!) because I always felt like a spectacle (oh, another one! I’m on a roll!) (Those...