Sunday, April 26, 2009

Upon Friending My Kindergarten Teacher on Facebook

How exactly do I prepare someone who knew me as a five year old for the kind of nonsense that might erupt from me online?

Especially since I, as an unrepentant sinner and general scalawag, might offend her sensibilities as a teacher in a Christian school with the myriad of questionable subjects upon which I write and the vulgar language I use.

Then again, like the farmer with a stalk of volunteer corn in his soybean field, she had to have an idea that I was bound to be no good.

Forgive me Miss Suttill... I know not what I do.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Make a wish

I once broke a wishbone with my wife.

Each of the ends broke off in our hands and the center part flew up into the air. It arced down and one of the sharp ends stuck into my shoulder.

I'm just sayin'.

Sunday, April 12, 2009