A Starving Father at Costco

  The sun’s piercing rays snuck around the edge of my car door as I pushed it open, blinding me momentarily. Planting my feet on the sun-drenched concrete, I gazed out upon the dozen of rows of cars and abandoned, colossal shopping carts. The carts were large enough to fit a family of five, a…

A Letter to Our High Maintenance Roommate

When evaluating any typical roommate situation it is best to find those who respect your privacy and don’t sock you in the family jewels or poke you in the eye with a toy train track when you’re not looking. We missed adding those disclosures to our lease. Learn from our experiences in this post.

A Father’s Letter to Baby Clothes Makers

February 3rd, 2015 | Arthritic, Carpal Tunneled 30-Something Dad | 911 Failing Father Rd.|  Island of Misfit Dad Toys, Ca | Dear Clothes Makers, I’m writing to extend an enormous THANK YOU for your baby clothing products. They’re easy-to-use, practical, and flexible to fit any baby changing need. I especially love how in order to…

1st Birthday Gift Ideas

A lone candle sans flame for safety reasons plunged deep into the mushy body of a birthday cake appears to be just another skinny cylinder of lackluster wax. It could’ve been so much more – the rim of FDR’s glasses at a nearby wax museum, the tip of a vibrant new crayon color, or the…

Zombie or Baby?

This week’s post has three steps to it… ready? 1) Watch video with sound and all the way to the end 2) Fill out poll 3) Read beer review 4) Make out with the first person you see to your left (One of the four is optional, so if I don’t get many polls filled…

When Babies Attack

It was after the fourth punch to the nose that the bear finally accepted the reality that his supposed friend, the giraffe, was not coming to his rescue. In fact, he was pretending not to even notice the vicious pummeling happening right behind him.