After hearing the song lyric “whiskey makes my baby a little frisky” Me: You shouldn’t give whiskey to babies. Mom: Well, not a fifth … but a little won’t hurt. Especially for a colicky baby. Me: Wait, who was the colicky baby? Mom: You.
Wisdom and whimsy in moderate doses
After hearing the song lyric “whiskey makes my baby a little frisky” Me: You shouldn’t give whiskey to babies. Mom: Well, not a fifth … but a little won’t hurt. Especially for a colicky baby. Me: Wait, who was the colicky baby? Mom: You.
It’s kind of an accomplishment. And not just because Bear tried to help. Then she lost interest until the shiny ornaments came out. (We’re kind of alike in that way.) I didn’t do the whole tree thing last year. It just seemed like a lot of work. But this year I was inspired by a… Continue reading The Christmas tree is up
I just remembered a strange dream from last night about a large cabinet full of silverware. What does that mean?
I was researching a little project for work, and might have found a relative. There are more than 140 national cemeteries in the United States. Arlington National Cemetery in Virginia is probably the most widely known. While mapping where those cemeteries are located, I added a list of notable people buried at each cemetery and… Continue reading Veterans Day project
Text message conversation of the week: Me: Why does the government care where I went to high school? Won’t that count against me? My brother: I’m not sure if the Marshall High School is such a big deal for them. I think it actually makes the background check easier because so many people from Marshall… Continue reading It’s sad because it’s true