Because Reader Cathy was kind enough to ask…
This is where I’ve been:
That isn’t my daughter in the video but it could’ve been, after Monday’s night loss. Actually, this was my 12-year-old son.
(He’d kill me if you really thought that.)
My apologies, Cathy, for the week-long absence! I have stories to tell—I really do—including (but not limited to) the rigors (and lunacy) of raising teenagers and the fact that my 2-year-old has learned to left-click.
I was upstairs folding laundry and the sound of Zoodles drifted up the stairs. George had clicked on the icon on my desktop and his little index finger was just going to town.
Kids these days.
Oh, and there is a very funny article to go along with the above video. You can read it here. Ignore the comments, however, because there are some people (it seems) that take the world entirely TOO seriously.
Or read them and come back to tell me I’m right
Happy Friday! Go Vikings! Go Packers! Go Colts! Go…