After almost a year of riding around in my car, facing backwards, staring into the same piece of leather over and over again, Ava finally lost it. In all fairness, I probably would've too. She staged daily protests and it was time for an upgrade. California State Law suggests that a child be a … [Read more...] about Backseat Driver.
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Refrigerator Therapist #3: Where’s The Gun?
Sorry guys, super busy, lot of therapy this week. … [Read more...] about Refrigerator Therapist #3: Where’s The Gun?
DAD’S IN DEEP SH!T #9: Don’t Be Sheepish.
AVA: Dad, is this a goat or a sheep? Also, WHAT SHOULD I DO HERE? ME: Oh shit. This is a standoff situation. Back away slowly before I have to jump in and shear this thing down for a sweater. … [Read more...] about DAD’S IN DEEP SH!T #9: Don’t Be Sheepish.
Refrigerator Therapist #2: Boobs Calm Me Down Too.
For once, we have something in common. … [Read more...] about Refrigerator Therapist #2: Boobs Calm Me Down Too.
Regulators, Mount Up.
As the weather has warmed up over the last few weeks, I've noticed us going to more Farmer's Markets than usual. Unless I was hit in the head with a hammer while sleeping, the only other explanation for this is that me and every other young, idiot parent has been hyponotized and instructed to … [Read more...] about Regulators, Mount Up.
DAD’S IN DEEP SH!T #8: Scarface.
ME: Hey Tony Montana, let's chill out on the product, eh? AVA: Why don't you try stickin jou head up jour ass – see if it fits. … [Read more...] about DAD’S IN DEEP SH!T #8: Scarface.