Today was a red letter day for James.
He’s just too tall to sit in a rear-facing car seat anymore. Today we turned him around and let him have first ride round town looking at what’s coming rather than what’s going.
He seemed rather nonplussed.
Today was a red letter day for James.
He’s just too tall to sit in a rear-facing car seat anymore. Today we turned him around and let him have first ride round town looking at what’s coming rather than what’s going.
He seemed rather nonplussed.
We were scrounging for cheap art supplies at Dollar Tree today.
Irene and the kids were in the art junk section, and I was roaming the store in hopes of finding something interesting.
The was an aging, african-american woman wandering the halls, looking around rather furtively, but, as Dollar Tree is the sort of place that really brings out the highest social strata, I didn’t give it a second thought, until, a few minutes later, near the back of the store, I came around a corner, and there, in the aisle stood the woman.
Correction, there squatted the woman. Her pants were down around her knees and she was urinating all over the floor and a display of holiday wrapping paper.
Was she pissed off (no pun intended) at Dollar Tree, or just insane? I hope to never find out.