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Potentially fratricide. This post is kind of a “just in case” type of thing. Like if I turn up dead anytime soon. Duh-duh-duuuhh! Ready for a story? Good! Because it’s so salacious – at least within my family – that I can’t tell any of them. But because I love dirt…I have to tell someone. So here you are: I grant thee access to the inner circle. Could be I’m cursed to die one way or…

…you’re with Stupid. Surrealiously. Pure, adulterated – let’s face it, I can’t pull off unadulterated – stupid. I went to coffee with a friend this morning, came home, worked out and then finally got around to cleaning my bathroom. I’d been proChristinating it for too long. Almost as long as I’ve been putting off a haircut, and, no…the causal relationship between a messy bathroom and long…

Is it sad that both of my parents are sick on Mother’s Day weekend and when I reviewed my “notes” about what I’d been wanting to process write about this weekend, both topics involved non-Mother’s Day friendly topics? It’s true, though. One potential entry was the simple lessons we learn growing up – that are usually, let’s face it, imparted by our moms – that we fail to reach back to and just…

I think I mentioned a while back that my grandfather passed away. He was just weeks shy of his 100th, so I like to say that he pulled a Betty White. I also like to say he might have liked older women, so was sure to leave a cushion between them. I think she died 3 weeks shy of her century and grandpa had closer to 6. Of course, as he handed off the patriarch title to my father, I also like to…

There’s a first time for everything, they say. Sidebar: there will be no sidebar tangent on the whole “they” phenomenon of deferring judgment of our own to that faceless, possibly all-knowing cabal known only as they. But you just know I’m dubious of their wisdom. Especially if they simply turn out to be nothing more than garbage-variety stupid Americans. <gasp> There does, though, seem to be a…

Server at Breakfast: What’ll ya have? Me: I’ll have an order of “Doing Something I Really Don’t Want To Do” with a side of “Too Little, Way Too Late”, please. Black Sheep Bro: And I’ll have an order of the “Crow”, which I’m just going to push around my plate to make it look like I’ve eaten some of it. Family is tough sometimes. Just like any relationship. I understand – in a strictly…