From time to time, I can’t help but remind my wife that she intentionally withheld genetic information about herself before we got married. She never mentioned the bum hip until the honeymoon was over and also did a pretty good job of hiding that second toe that is longer than the others. I never made … Read More about Young Frankenstein.
The first few weeks that I spent as an unemployed stay-at-home Dad were probably the most challenging, mentally. Physically, not so much. I had done a bang up job of turning the tables on my wife and was doing some ‘nesting’ of my own. In the living room. In front of the TV. The idea … Read More about Chairman Of The Bored.
Another shootout at infant corral. COOPER: I’ll wait until he’s got his hands full feeding that dumb baby and then make my move. ME: Keep it up asshole.
For a lot of men, boobs rank pretty high up on the list of important things in life. They usually fall somewhere between establishing a successful career and owning a home. Part of the reason that men get married is so that they always have a pair around. They’re kind of like your second home … Read More about Don’t Squeeze The Melons.
A few weeks before Ava was born, I spent a lot of time in our home office, staring at the framed sports memorabilia, action figures and collectibles that I’d accumulated over the last 20 years. There were Legos and Pez, Bobbleheads, G.I. Joe’s and autographed baseballs. It was a wealth of evidence that demonstrated how … Read More about Step Into My office, Don’t Mind The Toilet.