Stumbling Towards Perfect

So, as you may or may not know I'm raising money for the American Cancer Society Relay For Life because it's important. Sometimes I think they should just make every single person in the US pay just 99 cents a year and then maybe we could do some serious business in regards to detecting and treating cancers. So if I was president that's what I'd do. But no one will let me be president because they're all you signed those confidentiality statements back in 1992 and that would create serious problems if any of that got out. Anyway, my idea was to have people donate just 99 cents  at this blog I set up and - HOLY BALLS! People are doing it!! Even if you don't want to donate, that's cool. I just ask that you send the link on - maybe tweet it, or Facebook it or toss it from little pieces of paper dropped from airplanes. Just help get the word out. Okay, maybe not the dropping paper thing. That's considered littering and if you read today's post  yo...

My boy. Who has the best laugh in the world. Especially when he's throwing pieces of banana all over the place. Who loves taking baths. Especially since he has learned how to create tidal waves that flood the floor. Who loves his 9-year old sister. Especially when he manages to pull hunks of hair out of her scalp. Who loves to gives hugs. Especially when he can bite a chunk out of your shoulder at that same time. Who loves his Mama. Especially with all her grey hair coming in and that exasperated look in her eyes.

I can't actually wrap my head around this weekend in order to construct one complete and/or coherent sentence, so if it's okay with you, I'm just going to bullet point this post. I'll call it Things I Did This Weekend . Or maybe, Good One, Guys, Now Give Me Normal Back . Someone other than me who is also considered a grown-up in our house left the garage door open. A skunk got in. Then someone other than me who is also considered a grown-up in our house went into the garage. And surprised the skunk. And the skunk sprayed. I ate bacon covered dates. Not to be confused with that one time when my date brought over two pounds of bacon. These were the food kind of dates. And since no one actually eats dates but everyone eats anything wrapped in bacon that's how I was able to consume them. And they were good. I went to a Catholic breakfast. Except I'm not Catholic. And now I never, ever want to be Catholic. Because I thought the flag waving was bad enough, but t...