Years ago, a co-worker was debating whether or not his new daughter would be introduced to Santa Claus.
His conundrum was whether or not he was lying to this child, and if that was a precedent he wanted to set. At that time, I already had two kids, and we were full on into the “Of course you lie to them” mode, so I explained that lying to your children was probably one of the few things that would get you through parenting relatively sane.
Dear Thanksgiving,
I just wanted to tell you that you are not forgotten.
I know you see when the Christmas decorations start appearing in stores around August.
And I know it makes you sad. But you don’t complain, because that’s the kind of holiday you are. Stoic to the end. That’s you, Thanksgiving.
After a couple of recent incidents, I have retired from being the guy who tries to make other drivers be courteous.
I have done this for two reasons: (1) It doesn’t seem like it’s really making a difference and (2) my wife politely asked that I not get shot in traffic.
Now, I am no dishwasher expert, but I am fairly certain that when you run your dishwasher, the dishes at the end of a cycle should be clean, and not covered in a disgusting film.
I made this lovely discovery the other night when the dishwasher finished and I opened it up. I took out the first mug and thought, “Hmm. That’s gross. I don’t think I’d want to drink coffee out of that.” And I put it back in the sink, assuming it was an anomaly.
My house is now a little less exciting. We have said our final goodbye to Murphy the Excitable Dachshund, a good boy whose body betrayed him at the end.
The decision to set him free was not an easy one, but it was one that was necessary. Our Murphy had left, and the only thing that remained was a shell of the dog who had brought so much joy to our world for more than a decade.