In the late 1980’s my dad took my brother and I on an unforgettable road trip to Yellowstone. We spent the majority of the trip lying down in the cramped shell of his compact red pickup surrounded by camping gear, coolers, and a questionably watertight portable toilet. The cool thing about growing up in the 80’s is that you could do this, the bad thing about growing up in the 80’s is that you could do this. Today, if you were to ask me the most memorable thing about the trip, it wouldn’t be the geysers, or moose, or the camping – it would be the hours upon hours of conversation with my dad through the narrow sliding window joining the cab where my dad drove, and the bed, where my brother and I laid down.
Take care. Stay healthy. Live life. Enjoy the journey.
My wife has been studying for her Real Estate Broker’s License. She reads the books, most of which are digital, on her iPhone. After suffering through several stiff necks I found her wearing this unholy contraption around her neck. Yes, it resolved the stiff necks … but at what cost?!?!?
Last week I was rolling around with my youngest daughter, Kaylee, on the grass in our backyard. At one point I heaved her up and unceremoniously plopped her onto her butt. What happened next surprised me. Her eyes grew as big as saucers and she launched herself into the air with a loud shriek.
“Dad threw me onto a bee!”, she screamed, flailing her arms.
“DAD THREW ME ONTO A BEE!”, she screamed again, louder.
In one swift move Jodie rushed over, picked her up, sat her on a bench, and removed the stinger. After Jodie produced a bag of frozen peas to apply to the gaping hole in Kaylee’s leg I felt the situation had been diffused enough to sidle up next to her. This comic was inspired by what transpired next.