Dear gawd, it’s good to see the sports teams back, teasing each other and braying at the moon.
Oy, the Irish. We glow like porch lights and think we can talk our way out of every traffic ticket.
Seems inevitable I would end up with Bacharach’s ex-wife, this glorious moonbeam of a woman.
I slipped Smartacus 80 bucks and whispered: “Listen, she’s a genius at this Trader Joe’s stuff. Whatever she buys, you buy."
The cradle is ready, and my first grandchild is a mere 10 weeks away.
There are two Great America Myths – 1) Los Angeles 2) the notion that change is good.
Our family isn’t satisfied with the usual massive feast on Super Bowl, we also exchange gifts.
Do prayers work? Aren’t they merely the desperate act of a desperate man? Well, in this case, obviously.
Throughout history there have been some great floods, and this was the grandest yet, great gobs of water flowed at 20,000 acre-feet per second, into the bathroom.
I trace it to my attempt to take a rack of ribs to Pastor Gary, in a poorly veiled attempt to sneak my way into Heaven.