May 202016

The boys had their end-of-year awards program at school today. Half of their teachers were little girls playing dress-up.

No, not really, but that’s how it felt. I’m now old enough that a teacher just out of school, or even one with a few years’ experience, is young enough to be my daughter.

When I think back to my school days, yeah, I had some young teachers, but I don’t think this many. I don’t know whether I’m getting a skewed view at the boys’ school, or if the profession really has a much younger average age now. Whatever the case, wow.

Between this and my budding disgust with Coach Saban at his apparent intention to keep Cam Robinson on the team under any circumstance except sustained incarceration…sheesh. (Does that feel old-fashioned or is it me?) If my doctor tells me next time I see her that I can’t have spicy food anymore, I’m just going to get a hat with ear flaps and start eating at Piccadilly every day and be done with it.

Have a good weekend. You whippersnappers.

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Mar 232016

So now there is apparently a recording of phone sex between my state’s 73-year-old sitting governor and a 43-year-old member of his staff.

No, I’m not going to listen to it. I don’t need to hear that to know it’s repulsive.

And I’ve made my position on such age-disparate relationships clear (whether adulterous or not). In short, I think that most of the time, it’s reasonable to dismiss them on their face as ridiculous.

His “apology” is defiant and insincere. And oh yes, sir: I’m quite certain you want to “move on.”

That Robert Bentley didn’t quit a year ago is only the latest instance of Bill Clinton’s greatest political legacy: never resign, because you just might survive it.

Governor Bentley married his wife in 1965. He has passed on multiple opportunities to be decent and honorable. I am, therefore, forced to conclude that he is neither.

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Mar 212016

I willingly moved among the Walmartians today to procure some Diet Buffalo Rock ginger ale. It’s a good-tasting, low- to no-cal, caffeine-free beverage for the last week of Lent, and I’m pretty sure The Awfulest Retailer is the only place in the area that stocks it. (If you know otherwise, please, tell me.) Do you […]

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Mar 092016

Molly’s tail is crooked. This isn’t a great photo of it, but you can see it plainly here. Sometime before we adopted her, her tail broke and healed that way. When Molly’s name was still Buttons and Lea was getting to know her a little bit, the lady helping her said “now her tail is […]

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