
….reality never comes through for me. I turn away from the stove for a second, and presto, the bacon is on fire. I set the oven for 400 instead of 350, and the hash brown muffins turn into hockey pucks… …continue reading
Dec
08
2014
![]() ….reality never comes through for me. I turn away from the stove for a second, and presto, the bacon is on fire. I set the oven for 400 instead of 350, and the hash brown muffins turn into hockey pucks… …continue reading Oct
27
2014
![]() I really don’t like holding babies or actually playing with children. Children aren’t great conversationists, and I find that the games that delight them become don’t do much for me. Peek-a-boo just isn’t that exciting the 50th, or 500th time you play it. In retrospect, my life plan to retire early and babysit grandchildren might have been ill-considered. …continue reading Apr
25
2014
![]() Maybe having children is like exposure to cats. They secrete a parasite that changes your brain so that you actually want them around all the time. …continue reading |
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