On Friday The Woman Who Shall Not Be Disparaged and I took Golden Boy and The Bug to the Alameda County Fair along with some friends and their four-year-old son. It is a fantastic fair, although it lacks a certain rustic quality that the fair my home county throws every year. While that one is [...]
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Where the Hell is My Mousepad
This morning I awoke to Golden Boy’s voice complaining about The Bug getting at his stuff. I then became aware that The Bug was flailing about on the bed in an attempt to rummage through an eclectic collection of crap at the edge of the bed. All that was holding her back was my hand [...]
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You are a Donkey Boy
Golden Boy has been a bit tarnished as of late. Mopey. Moody. Depressed even. Which really isn’t saying a lot because Golden Boy’s worst day is probably on par with your best day. Even so, pain is relative; the boy needed some lovin’. So yesterday The Woman Who Shall Not Be Disparaged took The Bug [...]
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It Puts the Lotion in the Basket
There are seminal moments in life. Turning 32 is not one of them; even if it is 100000 in binary. Neither is starting a blog. Or even buying a house. Recently, before heading off to daycare, Golden Boy asked if he could put some lotion on my feet. I am sure I could have found [...]
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