So, Snow. Yeah

I officially hate shoveling our rediculous driveway. I really do need to buy an ATV with a plow on it.

The Things We Do

Is it wrong to be proud of my son for loving Spider-Man this young? I know it's not likely pemanent, but every time I hear him say, "Piderman!" my insides get warm.

Then the throws a fit about the light being on and I'm scared to death that he's just like me.

Tangled Webs

I find the reasons I keep coming back here facinating. It's a weird feeling to put these posts up knowing that anyone could read them but no one will, like bearing your ass in a New York subway station: sure someone might notice, but the odds are equally good that someone will drop a nickle next to you without thinking.

Words are nets. I can only catch so many motes of what goes on in my head with them, and the finer details slip through the mesh. I need to be better at this, and the only way that will happen is by doing it. So here's to thi newest attempt. We can all hope it works out.