My first customer participant in the Friday confessional is supposed to be anonymous, but, looking through this screen, it appears to be…yes…it sounds like… Bee? Bee: Back in my youth, I, like Katy Perry, kissed a girl and I liked it. What should my penance be, Father Muskrat?* FM: Wait. […]
This poster hangs in our powder room. So, whenever Maddie the Toddler and I are in the den, and she belts out an “Oh go potty!” we see this poster. She’ll sit on the john while I hold her little shoulders to keep her from falling in, and she’ll point […]
There are few endeavors at which I do not excel. Precious few. Poker, however, is one of them. I was pretty good in undergrad (read: lucky) and won some cash off several friends who drank more than I did, but now that everyone but me has been watching it on […]
At 6:50 this morning, I was in Musktopia. I was frolicking on lake shores, eating shell crackers and kicking some beaver ass. A previously unnoticed beaver rose from his dam with warpaint on his face and a bow in his hand. His battle cry of “Ahgopotty Ahgopotty Ahgopotty!” was my […]
I decided last night that I’d challenge the laws governing the space-time continuum and actually talk, in person, to some other bloggers from Atlanta. I know, you’re thinking the results could very well mirror Jennifer McFly’s meeting her 30-years-ago self, which resulted in syncope, but could very well have […]
