I dare y’all to send your coffee money to impoverished schools in Los Angeles. I’m broke, you’re broke, the stock market is broke. I do suspect that you could forgo two lattes or a half a manicure so that a classroom in the inner city can have a laptop. They don’t want a laptop cart,
My son can’t get a hold of himself when he’s hungry. He’s long and lean and clearly in the middle of a growth spurt. He’s gangly and lopsided and when he smiles it’s like the sun focused all it’s warmth on just your face and it’s about to penetrate your soul. When my son smiles
I think we all know that one surefire way to raise an underachieving slacker is to buy them a Wii. Simply put, high achieving homes don’t let their 7 year old sons sit around and waste their days with Wii tennis and Mario Super-Loser-Town. If I poke around the web I’ll find a handful of
Thursday afternoon in Los Angeles was hot. Not sort of kind of hot, but 100 degrees plus hot. I picked the kids up from school at three and they were ravenous. So, I did what mothers all over the United States do every afternoon. I took advantage of the drive through for fast food.
Remember when I grossed you out with the Storchen restaurant story? It seems that the idiots activists at PETA have asked Ben and Jerry’s to do the same. Yes, PETA wants B&J to use mothers milk for ice cream. Further proof that they are ‘tards. I will drink mothers milk when PETA provides me with