Monday, December 29, 2008

I'm dreaming of a smokey Christmas


'Hey honey, thanks for preheating the oven...'


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Saturday, December 27, 2008

Quit yer wine bashing!

Dana knows how to raise boys. They are polite, friendly, and most importantly, they know exactly the right moment to kick a soccer ball if they want to smash a glass full of red wine. Check out the full story.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Christine's little weight problem

My sister had a slight luggage malfunction and showed up to our place with a shitload of bags and kids. Check out the full story.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

I've been naughty all year


David has, how should I put this... an unusual taste in toys? A penchant for destruction? A knack for completely demolishing whatever it is you like and then laughing his tiny ass off only to make things worse?

Read the full story to find out how David made his halo glow for a full two minutes.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Attack of the Killer Butterfly

This is the blue Morpho Butterfly that haunted Angie's dreams and deprived her of the much needed 'happy' sleep. The true damage of this flying bug was only realized the following day when the full effects of not sleeping began to unfold. Check out the full story.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

List 1 of 267

Peter has finally discovered the wonderful and magical 'Santa List'. Every time a freakin' commercial comes on, I need to get out my pen and paper to jot down Peter's latest demand. What I really want to do is to tell that fat-ass Santa to quit stuffing his cookie-hole and set a 'limit' on how many items go on his 'list'. Read the full story.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Fuzz Mouth

According to Angie, we almost lost Tom's tongue. Considering how blissfully quiet things would be without his tongue, I am not sure how thankful I should be that Tommy's little 'black fungus' was actually fuzz from Angie's sweater. Check out the full story.

Friday, December 5, 2008

Barb babysits

Red, red wine...

I hate geese

There has been some confusion, so let me explain. The man in the half-coat is supposed to be St. Martin, not me. He is pissed at the goose for revealing his position. To read the full story.

The ear doctor said what?

Peter had a big ball of ear wax jammed in his ear. Peter did not like the techniques the doctor used to get it out. Peter freaked the freak out on the freaky ear doctor.