"Hey, got a minute?"  Scott to me.  I was lazily getting ready to take the kids to Pink Camp with Grandmom.  No rush.  No hurry.  No worries.  "Yup, what's up?"  Scott, "Um... there's fuel dripping out of the Chief onto...

A lot of folks have told Scott and Mom that they're good sports about the blog. Anyone with a thin skin might not have an easy time around me. I would like to point out, however, that, more often than not,...

Me, with increasing concern closing in on hysteria, “It’s in my pants…. It’s in my pants… IT is IN my pants…. IT’S IN MY PANTS!!!!”  Jack turned to look at me, wide-eyed.   In what is surely TMI, I have on...