I understand the basic principle of burping a kid, but truthfully, I have never felt so unequipped for a task in my entire life.
While a snow day means you don’t have to deal with other people’s asshole kids, it means you have to deal with your own.
Holy crap, this is my 30th post. Since November, I’ve birthed 62,300 words out into the great abyss of the internet. That’s a couple fewer words than The Sun Also Rises; 16k more than ol’ Scotty wrote in The Great Gatsby. While it would be the humble thing to say I write for myself, that…… Continue Reading →