Recent Comments

1. 2 days ago on Calvin and Hobbes

   Indeed completely inadmissible in any court. Except maybe parental court.

2. 2 days ago on For Better or For Worse

   Gosh, I drink 4 liters of iced tea (unsweetened) a day myself. I am not a big fan of hot tea and can’t stand sweet tea.

3. 2 days ago on Mutt & Jeff

   Man I need a bottle of those to fly above the traffic mess here!

4. 2 days ago on Flo and Friends

   Man ours is thinner than the width of my pinkie and long like the distance between your Q key and the T key. I do my best to keep it on the arm of the couch or the side table. My television has no buttons on the darn thing.

5. 3 days ago on B.C.

   Yeah, better not call the insurance agent—she or he would scream “Fraud” louder than a saber tooth tiger can roar.

6. 3 days ago on Heart of the City

   For me when I forget my ADHD drugs, I am always standing and pacing back and forth until my loving husband grabs me by my shoulders and directs me to the couch with him, then pulls me onto his chest. He then gently strokes me until I calm down and focus on his touch.

7. 3 days ago on Amanda the Great

   Oh Amanda, you could have just smiled and thought to yourself “I am a good girl and I am going to make a good woman with a ton of fans.”

8. 4 days ago on Heart of the City

   Just wait until it is not raining and you run into a drought.

9. 5 days ago on For Better or For Worse

   Dads know. We know how to explain things to kids in gentle ways about terrifying things. Why? Because no one was there for us in the past “Suck it up” so we show kids the way we wanted to be treated to break the cycle.

   When I first saw this, I clipped it out of the paper and posted it on the fridge. My middle son first saw it and said “Dad, that is exactly how you explained Lucky’s death and it really helped me see life is short.” He turned and gave me a hug from behind. “You are Dadamazing”

   My daughter came in saying how she loved it because it reminded her about Lucky and how I was there for he, She then gave me a hug and said I am luckily I have a Dadamazing

   My youngest came in to get some milk. I followed as he tended to spill. He stood there and started to cry. I said “Hey Mister, why the tears?” He blubbered he missed Lucky. So I sat down again, and said in longer phrases what John said, the crying became hitching and he said “Don’t ever go Dad, No one else explains things to me as well as you do.”

   Later that night, I tucked in my 18, 17, and 15 year old kids, saying to myself how kids are not as terrible as society says they are, and how lucky I was.

10. 5 days ago on Adam@Home

    I was always a stealth listener to punk and post puck as well as heavy metal. Yet I would be wearing my Izod shirts and Levis with my penny loafers and my conservative feather cut and clean shaved face. You could not pick me out as a listener of punk and heavy metal and you know, I didn’t care.