My wife was sick yesterday, so I stayed home. She's still sick. I have to get medicine and go to the bank ( Read more... )

At the request of pr1ss, detail.

My oldest son will be an obstetrician. Why? Well, he knows what he's doing. The boy was looking at ultrasound images of ovaries when he was 2 years old and reading them better than residents. And yes, he could easily communicate at that point. He's got the test results down too. Not just catch phrases. He ( Read more... )

Yesterday my wife decided that my son needs one of these:

( big picture of a sugar glider )

I don't think I'll be eating today. I just don't feel like it. I usually say this and greedily stuff food in my face at the opportunity. Last night, as usual, I wasn't hungry and didn't feel well. I fixed and ate food. Often it's the only way to get my wife to eat.

The word of the day describes me well right now--otiose ( Read more... )

Only one person answered my 'how do you love me?' poll.

Didn't even get a "slow roasted with a dash of salt".

:(

But one was nice :)

Self Portrait: =B-)>

These are bad, and some have probably been made before, but I make them here and now ( Read more... )

Found the ideal professions for my sons already.

The oldest, 8, is destined to be an obstetrician. Has been since before he was 2.

The younger, 4, definitely needs to have his own animal show along the lines of Zoboomafoo. This, I hold to be inarguable.

Can't decide on the baby, though.