Neurosis & Nightmares

Like some strange haunting, I’ve become fully inflicted with Phantom Crying Neurosis (PCN). I hear baby Jack crying even when he’s blissfully under the spell of slumber. It’s like a prerecorded MP3 tucked into the tiny folds of my brain that gets randomly inserted into the playlist of life. Or like a bad pop song …

Dawn: When Men Of Reason Go To Bed.

It’s weird to think that at this point the cats are more self sufficient and smarter about cleaning up after their poop then baby Jack is. Basically, at this point, I feel like I’ve been reduced to an underpaid city Outflow Clean-up Engineer. If it’s disgusting, smells terrible, and springs forth from a living orifice, …

Slammin’ The White Forest

Whoa. Portland got all jacked up yesterday. We were sucker punched by a super sneaky snow storm that no one predicted. Like everyone else here in Portland, the news weather hooligans are completely high. Only they must have a direct pipeline to the super hairy purple buds, because they are consistently so incredibly off the …