I keep trying to find a well of venomous guilt and self-loathing that I can apply against myself for being so awesomely lazy during this past Family Flu Week, but it's just not working. Damn antidepressants ( Read more... )

Fairly acceptable father's day - made my father a huge load of hotwings, and the kids baked brownies with chocolate ganache. Dad responded in kind by providing steak, etc. Bottom line: we ate a LOT. I've been perfecting my hotwing-fu, as it seems to be an essential skill for the kind of rennaissance man I am striving to become. Soon, I may ( Read more... )