Ever get caught in the bathroom waving your hands frantically in front of the paper towel dispenser in the presence of several people only to discover that the thing is crank operated? That whole scenario speaks volumes to my faith issues. So often I feel as if my appeals to a higher power amount to [...]
Being disassembled by a baby
Okay, so we have this seven month old, Abby. She has a couple of things going on that are making me progressively uncomfortable. First, she doesn’t treat my face with respect. I.e., all my facial parts, to her, are disposable items attached to my head with velcro. The fact that they haven’t come off yet [...]
Friendship 7 to Branson, Part II
Sorry I implied there was going to be a part II to the Branson story – I lied. Suffice it to say that we made it home in one piece with the help of several medications, none of which were forced on our small children.
