For those of you less fortunate than I to have the honor and privilege of living in the presence of Second Son, this post is my gift to you. Upon inspecting his gorgeousness (which he does with growing frequency), he announced while looking in the magnifying side of the mirror, “Wow – I’m even sexier when my face is big!” followed by,...

I’d like to say I thought I wouldn’t have to write this post, but I’d be telling you all a whopper. My gut knew, but I knew it would have to go this way for me to be ok with what’s happened. So let me fill you in… Sunday night, Adopted Son called pleading with me to come and pick him up so he could go to school Monday. “You know...

This afternoon I sprung our dog, Pepper, from doggie jail. She not only does not have rabies, but she is now a legally registered citizen of Tulsa. Yippee. Since she was a stray that PDD coerced me into keeping, before today I had no idea how old she is. Well, thanks to her little trip to the dog pound, we now know (for sure) she is spayed, so no puppies in our...

Prima Donna Daughter has been selected as one of 20 kids in the 3rd grade (from her school) to participate in a 6-week after-school art program at the Philbrook Museum of Art. Given that she’s been drawing since she could hold a crayon in her little fingers, she’s thrilled and looking forward to it. The program begins today. Second Son was chosen to...

I’d have blown the left side of my head off around 3am this morning, if I owned one. Yes, I realize firearms are not typically the preferred tools for dentistry, but you couldn’t have convinced me of that this morning. This morning, a 9mm would have been perfect. You see, I have 4 broken teeth riding around in my head right now – all molars, 3 of...

In the continuing saga of Adopted Son, Thursday evening came and he called wanting me to come pick him up. I asked if his mom had shown up yet, and he said she hadn’t, but that she should be there in an hour or so. I told him I wasn’t coming to get him until I’d talked to his mother, so he said he’d call when she got in. He asked me if I still...

What’s the “okie-doke”, you ask? That disease we sometimes contract that tells us that what others require trumps what we require in any given situation. It’s that drive to keep your end of a bargain, no matter what, even in the face of the other party not keeping theirs, even when it starts costing you and yours dearly. It’s turning a...

Note: The votes via comments and email for A outnumbered the votes for B, as you can see. I have disabled the links below and taken those temporary sites down. Thanks to Benigna Bide’s question about functionality, I’ve got both versions of the new and WordPress-improved Suzanne Says… installed on my development server. Here is Version A Here is...