A couple weeks ago, I got a package in the mail from Netflix, and it was a “Puss in Boots” calendar. I wasn’t sure how to react to such, so I took to The Instagram for help: I didn’t actually want a “whores in heels” calendar, but I didn’t actually want a “Puss in Boots” calendar, either.  I was confused.  My 8-year-old, on the other hand, was not. the 8yo:  Can I take that to school with me? Me:  Umm…why? 8yo:  My teacher will LOVE it! Me:  You’re…






For the past several years–actually, for as many years as I can recall offhand–I haven’t had the Monday that is Martin Luther King, Jr. Day off.  Since becoming self-employed in Spring 2009, I’ve always rationalized not taking the day off by thinking, “None of my employers gave it to me when I worked for them, and if it’s a day of service, I’m serving my clients!” So, I’d sue people and file motions all day, like I would any other Monday.  However, this year, I took it off….






Having dropped over $1000 for football tickets, we chose not to pay the inflated prices for airfare and elected to rise relatively early on January 1st and drive to New Orleans (after stopping in Montgomery to drop 3 children off at their grandmother’s house).  Did you know that I-10 is so flat that you can exceed 100mph for miles and miles without worrying about a hidden highway patrolman?  I do.  Now you do, too. We arrived at 3pm and had beers before returning to the place where I…