Summer

There I am watching Whitney swim in the lake this last weekend. And here I am, sitting in front of my computer monitor, watching the back of my head and thinking I'm over this bottle-red. Time for a change. ...Continue Reading »

We woke up on Saturday and decided that we’ve been too good to our vascular systems and they owed us big, so we decided to treat ourselves to some burgers and fries at the Kiltie. For those of you unfamiliar with Milwaukee’s outlying suburbs, the Kiltie is an old fashioned drive-up burger joint. It’s been around as long as I can remember, and I suspect it’s been around long enough that its original patrons would have considered eating a veggie burger a sign that either you were a communist, or a gay. Could it mean you were a gay communist? No, they wouldn’t have wondered that. That thought would have caused their brains to pulsate and shoot out of random orifices. ...Continue Reading »

Since we don’t have air conditioning this summer, we’ve been letting Whitney and Heidi run around in their underwear most of the time. Is that trashy? No, I don’t think so. Not if you compare it to nap-time when I crack open a can of Old Milwaukee and work on the car that’s propped-up on cinder blocks in the front yard. ...Continue Reading »

Best part about warm weather? Obviously, it’s that nakedness. Followed-up by a close second: ice cream cones and nakedness. Followed-up by a distant third: ...Continue Reading »