My Dog Wears Diapers

Ok, so I’ve neglected my blogging duties—once more, it’s worth noting. In my defense, however, I’ve had my hands full with something important. That ten-pound sleep sack to the left requires a lot of attention, and despite being so large coming into the world, he’s still not big enough to fit into any of the baby containment devices we have awaiting him. I doubt they’d hold him anyway, especially if he’s hungry.

You need not fear this turning into a baby blog, if that’s what you’re thinking—the money ain’t right, and I can’t be that preachy. Besides, “My Dog Wears Diapers” just wouldn’t work. On the other hand, if you’re looking for a side-by-side comparison of the dog’s diapers vs. the boy’s, I can assure you it’s in the works. read more…

I’m not a particularly big fan of the cold, which helps explain why I don’t live in Minnesota (here’s another reason). Moreover, when someone says “ice sculptures” to me, I immediately think “Another wedding?!” and start planning how to fake my death and close my bank account.

But this Thanksgiving, the family (and I, tsk) enjoyed some time at the Grinch-themed ICE! exhibit at the Gaylord Texan in Grapevine, and it was downright enjoyable—cold, but enjoyable. read more…

I am a humble writer of words, and I only occasionally claim to be the smartest guy around, so I feel little shame in being confused by doctors and such. On the other hand, I do have a healthy dose of pride. Unfortunately, I guess I still look like a dum-dum. read more…