Archive for December, 2005
A Dailey Family Christmas
There’s no doubt about it: Christmas is for kids. Growing up as the only child in an Irish-Catholic-French-Canadian-Dutch-Episcopalian family had its perks, certainly. I raked in the prezzies like nobody’s business. Spoiled? You bet. But my parents were smart enough to keep the presents at an acceptable level; there were no battery-operated Mercedes under the [...]
Read More..>>March of the Hijacked Penguins
Can someone explain to me how something like this happens? Who in the hell steals a penguin for someone for a Christmas present? (Or Hannukah present or Kwanzaa present or whatfuckingever — I refuse to call it a HOLIDAY present because that’s jackassedry at its finest, people.) What, a stuffed penguin isn’t good enough for [...]
Read More..>>Moms and Flights and Santas, Oh My!
The Mom arrives at Charleston "International" Airport in less than five minutes. How do I know? Because RLM’s Flight Tracker tells me so. Harry turned me onto it and damn, does it make potential airport pickups much, much easier. What’s not much easier is how much I’m going to want to smoke while driving to [...]
Read More..>>Things to Do When You’re Home Sick for 4 1/2 Days
Sleep. Wake up. Decide to go back to sleep. Finally wake up because you’ve already slept for thirteen hours and, really, you can’t sleep any more. Lie in bed for two more hours watching crap TV because you just can’t quite make it from the bed to the closet to get your robe and slippers. [...]
Read More..>>Psssst, Britney, Make Sure You Burn the Sheets
Aw. Poor K-Fed. What will he do now that his baby momma has taken his wheels away? Perhaps he shall start skateboarding to all the hot clubs so that he can hob-nob with the beautiful people who make fun of him right to his face but he’s too doped up and stupid to notice. I’d [...]
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