Category Archives: Childhood
OK, not all the sixth grade boys were shorter than me and had Leif Garrett hair.
Today, we celebrate the not-so-good.
This is a pretty much verbatim conversation between my brother Brendan and I. (Don’t listen to any account he may give. He is not to be trusted.) (And…it was my idea first.) (So there.) (Get your own blog if you … Continue reading
Another true story. (OK, so PTSD might not have been named by then but the Kung-Fu Grip G.I. Joe did premiere that year.) Any fan (with brothers) of Barbie immediately recognized the superiority of G.I. Joe to that lame-o fashionista Ken.
Now that we have all that political nonsense out of the way, it is time for the really important stuff. I am so sure that your employers would love for you to spend the morning matching up the purse and … Continue reading
Nothing like the strobe effect while sitting on the old john.
I was like 20 before I realized that people actually immersed their entire body in ocean water.
Say nothing…just stare.
WHAT?! The world does not revolve around me?