The Pits: Rainy morning dog walk. The Peaks: Turner finally finished his comic, named “The Boy Named Sho-Bow.” He was excited to read it to me, and I was excited to hear it as he’s been talking about it for
Cyber Citations
The Pits: Too cold for a post-lunch walk. Trek peed in the playroom for no apparent reason. The Peaks: Weston came to the Scout Pack meeting tonight because the boys were watching a video on online safety. Of course, as
Stringy Dingy
The Pits: Fingers got cold. The Peaks: Traci and I slept in, made some breakfast sandwiches and then I put up the string lights in our screened porch while she went to pick up the boys and do some Christmas
Dribble Daddy Fab Dabs
The Pits: None. The Peaks: The boys’ basketball games were scheduled for the same time at different schools, so we split up and Traci watched Turner’s game while I watched Weston’s. Weston scored twice and dabbed each time he or
Trouble on the Porch
The Pits: Our Papa John’s pizza was 20 minutes late. The Peaks: The boys and I had a guys’ night while Traci went to a surprise party for an NRC friend at Chef and I. The boys and I pizza,
iDangit
The Pits: Traci rarely calls me, but she called today while I was on a walk to talk about work and an interesting conversation she’d had with our next door neighbor. It was so cold that my fingers were numb
Sleigh Me
The Pits: I finally found a nearby gas station that had kerosene. I walked to the Heritage station at lunch with my 1 gallon jug. After pre-paying, I went out to the pump to find what I assume was a
The Givers and Shower Takers
The Pits: We hadn’t planned to give the boys a shower tonight, but I happened to get a whiff of Turner’s underarm and it reeked. The Peaks: In the evening, we hung out on the porch despite the chilly, rainy
Back in the Car Lane
The Pits: Rainy day. I didn’t get the chance to take a walk, then Turner and I got drenched on the way in to the Scout meeting. The Peaks: Due to some recent bus accidents, coupled with a video that
Loose Ends
The Pits: Traci txted me on her way back from picking up the boys in Manchester to remind me to setup our elf, Chitters. That bastard (Chitters, not Traci). The Peaks: We played hooky from church to go to CycleBar