Slot screws, as we all know, come from the devil. (You don’t have to believe in the devil’s existence to state this, although I tender the invention of slot screws as evidence of his presence.) The only real screw that is in any way useable is a Robertson, blasphemously called a square-head in the U.S….
Category: household humour
Incessance
What they don’t mention in the baby books and the nauseating and irritating “advice on how to raise your child correctly and in a psychologically sound fashion” books is that what you have signed on for is a running commentary on every moment of your goddamned life. Never again will you do ANYTHING in the…
When in doubt, pterodactyl
(Does it scare you that I knew how to spell that without looking?) Katherine has discovered a new coping mechanism. When asked a question to which she doesn’t know the answer, she stretches her mouth open, sticks out her tongue all the way and screeches, emulating, for all the world, what I imagine a young…
Things you don’t want to run out of
Deoderant Toilet paper and facsimiles thereof (tissues, napkins, paper towels and even baby wipes will save your ass – bad pun – but if you’re out of all of ’em, you’re sunk) Diapers, which is why you should always have cloth ones around the house, even if you don’t use ’em Laundry detergent. Believe me,…
Why I like girl dogs
After slaughtering and hog-tying the Christmas tree on Saturday, we stuck it in a barrell of water until we had blasted a spot in the house in which it could stand. Sunday, we brought the tree into the house, lopped off another section of trunk and plunked it into a stand full of water. Happy…
