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...

For the second half of Nate's week, we headed to a KOA that lives between Santa Cruz and Monterey.  This is not our normal M.O.  However, we met a lovely family at an SVRA (State Vehicular Recreation Area) who told...

When things are going sideways, I'm usually thinking ahead to how I'm going to explain it to the Grands in a way that it doesn't sound like we're totally reckless with their grandkids. "But it sounded like such a good idea...