Well Miss Krissy, it's a good thing that you have "so muchroom for a mushroom" because I'll be mailing you a hand-painted, fifteen pound concrete phallus later today. Just for good measure, I had everyone (Mom, Dad, Rocco, Thom, and Lucy) give the cap a little lick before I nestled…
One Spore My Homies
Thom: What do you want? Me: Call your mother, Dicko. Thom: Why? Me: ... Thom: Oh - the birthday thing? Me: Yes. Thom: Goodbye. [Moments pass. The phone rings.] Mom: Why did your brother just call me Dicko? Me: Oh jeez. Did he sing? Mom: He just called and said…
Flashback Friday
It's cold, rainy and brutally depressing here in the North East. Yay. It's been a long hard week, Interwebz. Just to recap, it all started with a relaxing dinner where I sucked royally at preparing a family friend for his first round of chemo. Then I held my friend's hand…