Category: Rollie

Fantastic Friday

Get 5-year-old dressed as Dorothy Gale. Take pics of kid in driveway, trying to elicit smiles by making husband do flying monkey impersonation. Check Get to school barely on time. Check. Try to complete work for job that actually pays; Get only about 1/4 done. Stress about it rest of day. Check. Deal with fallout for calling neighbor a jackass.… Read more →

Share/Save

We Don’t Smell Other People’s Bottoms

I overhear Rollie telling Tiller “Smell my finger.” Having been friends with more boys than girls along the way, all sorts of alarms went off in my head, backed by a “Master of Puppets” soundtrack. (‘m looking at you. You know who you are. Coming out of your girlfriend’s house, when you went in to “see what was taking her… Read more →