Had the following conversation with my 11 year-old daughter the other day as we were getting ready to head to the beach.
Erin “Daddy, do I need sun block in between my fingers?”
Me “No, sweetie. We’re not going TO the sun.”
A Pre Dinner Observation Made To My Wife:
Explaining to Diane why I’m less than thrilled with my new yellow Cape May t shirt.
“I have two problems with it. One, I can’t squeeze my giant head through the head hole. And two, when I have it on, I look like a big fat highlighter.”
Note from Jimmy: “Diane” is Chuck’s wife and yes, if ya painted his head yellow he would seem to be an oversized highlighter. Even tho I’ve told him to send stuff in (“SIZE 14 TIMES NEW ROMAN DAMMIT!)” , he defiantly insists on torturing me in the editing process. HO, HO, not this time mi amigo!
In reality, I’m always glad to post his thoughts insomuch as he makes feel normal by comparison.