I was thinking more about the term, “missing.” It reminded me how easy it is for guys to zone out of their family life.
I know I have to watch it and I pray I never get to the point where my kids and wife resent my career or my illustrations because they took the place of our relationship.
The word, “missing,” reminded me how proud I was when I lost my baby teeth.
It was cute to see my kids go through this ritual. Now my daughter needs braces. Brace for financial impact, Mr. Sulu!
I’ve been to a bowling alley where they offer cosmic bowling. It’s when the disco and black lights come out.
The man on the moon looks more like a bowling ball, to me. That’s what cosmic bowling will do to you.
If reality TV really was as real as real-life, would anybody want to watch it?
As I passed by a TV last night, of those bachelor/bachelorette shows was on. It looked more like a game show than reality TV.
Now if you watch a show about Uncle Bert watching TV, I would call that reality TV.
Does anybody still serenade? What about a poem on a midsummer’s night?
It has to be a good poem. something that sparks romance, yet is harmless enough so it doesn’t inspire the dad to call the dogs on you.
Ah romance! I think I’ll go read a James Whitcomb Riley poem.