Nathan, who will be 11.956 years old on Halloween, has decided he’s too old to trick-or-treat. Fair enough, my friend. So he will help me hand out candy instead. And the House of 1000 Corpses tradition dies. In other rated R news, I have persuaded Lea that Nathan is old enough to handle Alien, which … Read more
I carry a handkerchief. What I carry is not fancy. It’s a square of unadorned cotton cloth that folds up to a good back pocket size. The ones I buy are $1 each or so in a multi-pack from Amazon or Target. They’re kind of crunchy when they’re new, but they soften up with a … Read more
We adopted Nathan’s dog Molly from a shelter. We boarded her to go to the beach last weekend. I was really worried Lea would get her to the vet; she’d have a look at the many other dogs, fencing, etc.; and start wailing. No-no-no-not-this-again-I’ll-be-good-I’ll-be-soooooooo-good-pleeeeeeeease-don’t-leave-me-here! Fortunately, she jumped right in. She was excited about making new … Read more