Friday Night

OK. They went upstairs. I literally have 30 seconds to myself. Whenever I hear a voice I scream and mash my fists on the desk and cry inside. I feel like I could make myself burst into a billion tiny little flecks of flesh. I need a hobby. I need to be running through the wilderness being chased by wolves or chasing wolves and eating them. Tearing chunks off their fur. Anyway. Vicki calling the dog an asshole brings me back. The girls are calling me now to read them "James and the Giant Peach", so I'm off. I can barely read. Wish me luck.

The Common Man: Macs N Cheese Pizza

This,the absolute greatest dish ever created by humans can be found at The Common Man restaurant in New Hampshire.

My Work Here Is Done

My seven and a half year old girls are singing along with Johnny Cash to "Ring Of Fire". For me,it just don't get any better. Not sure what kind of long term damage having me for a Dad is gonna cause. Instead of Barbies and dolls they have grown up with, home made marionettes and monster models. Instead of Hanna Montana they have Johnny Cash and Duane Eddy and June F-ing Carter.

Saturday Morning

Just finishing my first coffee of the day. Killing time until I can go up and finish the laminate floor I'm installing in the girls bedroom. The older girl who sleeps until noon will soon awaken to the sweet sound of my miter saw. What started out as, "lets paint the twins bedroom" has turned into a full blown renovation. All nightmare projects begin that way in my house. I'm easily tricked into this crap. Anyway, more coffee, and its time to fire up some power tools. LO(f-ing)L.

Prudence meets Leonardo