Max hates potatoes.
He hates 'em baked.
He hates 'em mashed.
He hates 'em french-fried.
Okay that last one's a lie. Damn you, Ronald McDonald.
But the rest is true. He hates virtually all forms of potato. He won't even play with Mr. Potato Head.
But when...
16 Comments | Posted April 8, 2012 | 1:42 AM
Ah, the glorious Easter story.
They rolled the stone away from the tomb to reveal... a giant Cadbury Creme Egg! Alleluia!
Then they rolled away the egg to reveal... the body of Jesus! Dead? Hell no. He was in a big dirty sugar coma. That's not dried blood on his...
22 Comments | Posted January 30, 2012 | 12:11 AM
The nurse comes into my room on the maternity floor.
"Did you eat a lot of fruit today?" she asks with a curious smile.
"Ummm, no?"
My three-day-old jaundiced son was in an incubator down the hall and Florence Frightengale here was talking about apples and oranges!?
She...
12 Comments | Posted January 16, 2012 | 8:44 AM
It's 2012. Sounds so space age, doesn't it?
As a child in the '80s, I used "2012" in my short stories as that far-off, fictional year when humans would be colonizing Jupiter and driving hoverboards like Marty McFly.
Instead, here we are, only slightly altered since last year,...
8 Comments | Posted January 9, 2012 | 2:53 AM
How do you prevent a mommy blogger from ringing in the new year in head-to-toe flannel, scraping chocolate out of her spacebar with the label from a bottle of cheap wine while she updates her Facebook status to: The first person to bring me...
78 Comments | Posted January 4, 2012 | 9:42 AM
I'm looking at Max lying in the bathtub, lying on his belly, his cute little arse cheeks nipped together like an angry muffin.
"Drink water," he says as he takes a gulp and grins, his upper lip sporting a thick bubble-stash.
"Drink water, drink water..."
He repeats it...
1 Comments | Posted April 23, 2012 | 12:39 PM