
I memorialized our second full week of Summer Funtimes in a series of haiku I like to call…
500 Times
Kids ask “What’s for dinner?” almost as often as I say what's for dinner.

I memorialized our second full week of Summer Funtimes in a series of haiku I like to call…
500 Times
Kids ask “What’s for dinner?” almost as often as I say what's for dinner.
Summer break, where we again rush in where angels and folks with common sense fear to tread.
Is my small talk weirdness a bug or is it a feature? Who knows? It’s fine, though. I know I’m not the only weirdo out there.