Watch in awe as this road worker perfectly free hands street lettering. Wow!
Oh lawd, now I feel completely old…
Maybe I’ll show the kids my late model Panasonic walkman shaped player that’s been locked in a drawer for the last 20 years.
Basically so I could say that guy is a really good tromboner.
Follow up to Horror Story.
The brain cancer effecting Eric’s kid has returned, in force and is now inoperable and otherwise untreatable. Today, in the most gentle way possible, he and his wife had the crushing task of tell their 5 year old child that they are going to die soon.
I can’t pretend to know how hard things have been and how they only seem to get harder. I only speculate that if I had to tell something like to my similar age daughter, I would surely die of a broken heart right on the spot.
As a parent I know I’m committed to anything and everything up until the last possible second if my kids were sick. I commend Eric as the strongest parent that I know, even though I don’t know him personally.
I’m not really the praying type, but I’ll try my best, when I’m done crying.
Jilly beats the snot of her shoes. We have yet to find velcro straps that she can’t destroy. So, it was time for another trip to Stride Rite.
Yeah, Stide-Rites are crazy expensive (these cost $10 more than the last pair of shoes I bought for myself) but I will testify they’re well built. Luke has been wearing his all the time and they still look like new.