Doghouses and their occupants

Moss and I are the sole residents of the main house today, figuratively speaking. Everyone else has been consigned to The Doghouse of My Mind: Ferg – Stealing food once, I’m used to (and even expect, with you), but three times in one day? The crowning touch was how you scarfed it right from Katherine’s…

Living from behind

Conventional wisdom indicates that it’s generally better to stay either right on top of things or to be a step or two ahead. I’m not sure who made up that theory, but I get the sense that they had no children, a quiet, mundane, 9-5 job and no real extracurricular activities. So basically, it only…

Mommy! Robertson!

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….

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…