In the weeks leading up to our three-week vacation, I asked Will if he was sure he didn’t want to do double school, reminding him that if he did, he would get six weeks off once we returned. He said he was sure. “It would break me,” he said. Teenage melodrama, meet your match. Will […]
Tag Archives: Amy
Sentimental Fridge
We wrote an offer on a house and asked for the refrigerator as personal property. Seller
Passing on the National Pastime
Amy shifted on the uncomfortable plastic seat at the Major League Baseball park, the skin on her exposed thighs sticking to the seat like a pancake on a griddle lacking sufficient grease. From her vantage point in the upper-upper deck, the players on the field looked like insects in an ant farm, though less organized […]
Impersonation of a Wife
I forgot my wallet today when we drove the kids to the park, but Amy remembered hers. I asked her if she thought I could pass as her if we got pulled over. She said no chance. You can’t get any support from anybody these days. My wife promised to be by my side through […]
Man Hard
Anna and Amy conspired to leave the keys in the Journey for two full days after we returned from KC. Dad needs practice running up and down the two steps between the house and the garage. How can we make this happen? Dead battery. Dead like a vampire exposed to the sun, burned up, stakes […]