well son, a blog is formed when your loneliness and your narcissism fall in love with each other
My favorite thing about Emma’s daycare is the report cards I get daily on what she did. This is an excerpt of what I got yesterday: “Emma enjoyed playing with Wyatt… touching his hands and face. She scooted closer to him just to rub her face against his.”
Apparently she’s moved on from Kendrick whose head she could not stop patting the day before.
This child is going to be a handful!!!
So far picking teams based on mascots is working well for me.
1) That you are defined by your high school. You can have a PhD from Harvard, but if someone asks you what school you graduated from, they mean what high school.
2) That my high school is universally hated. I need friends here so I suck it up and act sheepish but what I really want to do is channel my inner James Franco: