And the Best Halloween Costume Here at the Studio...
A member of our Board has dressed up as Don Draper. Complete with a 12 year old bottle of Glenlivet. Yeah, I’ll be spending some time in his office later this afternoon. (No, I didn’t dress up today. “Sexy Zombie Steve Jobs” just didn’t feel right. Too soon, right?)
In Which My Seventeen Year Old Son Begins to Hate...
(Scene, in medias res): The 17 year old doesn’t have school tomorrow, is on a date and since he forgot to tell me about this date thing, he’s called me to tell me what time he’ll be home. 17YO: Is it OK if I’m home by 11? Me: Sure. Where are you now? 17YO: Barbacoa. Me: Yum. But are beans and/or Mexican food really the right choice for a date? 17YO: Dad! Me: What....
Greater Love Hath No Man
Than the father who gives his children his beloved iPad to keep for their very own. (You should have seen their faces, though. Totally worth it.)
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In Which I Am Proud of My Children and We Learn...
The kids are on fall break this week and I’ve had them the entire week at my place as my ex has been out of town. Earlier this week I went to the grocery store and bought most of it to keep everyone happy and alive while I was at work during the day. I bought a package of cookies and told them I’d be super disappointed if instead of eating the healthy and delicious lunches I’d...
In Which I Asked an iPhone 4S “What’s the meaning...
I had a nerdgasm, died and began to count my shekels until I can get one. (I’m not really as ginourmous a gadget nerd as you might think, but holy crap, that Siri stuff is wicked cool.)
In Which the Sleep Talker Rides Again
The 13 year is asleep next to me. He just said, clear as the day is long, “I have to read that. Yes, the whole Internet. I’ll read it tomorrow. Send me an email.” Sadly, he started mumbling right after that, but I think he may have then given out his email address. I love my goofy children. Please no one tell them that. I try to keep them guessing as a way to get them to do what...
In Which I Show That I Am Klassy with a Capital...
My date canceled on me for tonight. That’s fine. I’m easy and relaxed. Stuff happens and all that. It was just a first date from Match. No biggie. This was my response to her, however: “So you mean to tell me I shaved my legs this morning for *nothing*?! This is a travesty! How could you?!” Because I know how to woo the ladies.
“Seven Seconds of Joy at Work on a Sunday”
daveshumka: My hilarious friend Alicia Tobin making friends with cats. I lost it and snorted out loud at “You’re the middle child…”
I Very Much Want to Rant About a Work Thing, But I...
But I’m pretty grumpy right now. And I wanted you to know that, because it seemed important to at least let it out somehow. I’ll be better in the morning.
My face is cold now. That could be because there’s a draft in here and MY FACE IS STILL BLEEDING. OK, I think I’m done bleeding now. Or maybe I’m just all light headed from loss of blood and I’m done caring about the bleeding. Anyway. My face is chilly. BRB… getting a scarf.
I’m shaving tonight. Can’t decide if it’s going to be my head or my beard.
Very Funny, Brain. Veeerrrry Funny.
I’ve had the theme song from “Three’s Company” stuck in my head since waking up. It was kind of fun to sing in the shower, but it’s become quite annoying now.
Her: I’m just playin’ with you.
Me: “Playin’ with you”? Really? Holy crap, you *so* live in the South.
Her: Shut up. People say "I'm just playin' with you" everywhere when they mean “I’m just teasing you”.
Me: Um, I don’t think so.
Her: No, they do! For example, they say it all the time on “Jersey Shore”.
Me: And now I’m over here judging you for watching “Jersey Shore”.
Her: I’ve never hated you as much as I do right now.