Tales from the Tracks

I woke up this morning, thinking, “Wow. That was a crazy dream I had last night. I imagined McCain picked some unknown, inexperienced, right-wing nut job from a disconnected state as his Vice President. I’m so crazy. No more wine before bed anymore!”
And then I opened my laptop to find that, crazier yet, it wasn’t [...]

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Call me a giant loser, but sitting here watching replays from the Democratic Convention is giving me chills. (By the way, “call me a giant loser” is just intended as an expression. I’ll appreciate no one leaving me comments actually calling me a giant loser, Mom.)
Hillary’s speech was fantastic! She was poised, she was direct, [...]

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A sampling of the gems that waft out of my mouth as a parent:
“Only grown-ups are allowed to take diapers off babies.”
“Mr. Monster, can you please leave? Gavin’s trying to sleep. Thank you.”
“Hands never ever go in toilets. Ever.”
“Mommy doesn’t want to say grace over her goldfish crackers. Mommy is a Jew.”
“No way am I [...]

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