Baby brain

Sara nudged me in the middle of the night.

Sara: “Hey, can you change Alex’s diaper?”
Me: “I just did.”
Sara: “No, that was four hours ago.”
Me: “Uh, I don’t think so.”

Oh man, she was so confused, obvs. I mean, I had just laid down a couple of seconds ago, so clearly she was mistaken. Ha ha, can you believe this woman? So sleep deprived and confused. Sheesh!

Well, turns out it was 4 a.m., which means 4 hours really had passed since I had changed him.

(You’d think one of these days I would learn to stop questioning her, especially when it comes to MARKING THE PASSAGE OF TIME, which is like my kryptonite.)

Learn from my mistake — Chicago now just trying to trick you for money

I got a ticket in the mail the other day for expired plates. “Are our plates expired?” Sara asked me. I literally had to go outside and check. Yup, sure enough, they were. I guess maybe the city’s vast network of surveillance cameras just scans for expired plates and sends tickets? I don’t know.

“So, did we like, just ignore their warnings? How did this happen?” Well, it turns out that the city decided to stop sending notifications last November as a “cost saving measure”. More like a revenue generating measure, amiright?

I guess this $60 ticket was our notification.

I have no problem paying for my registration. Happy to do it. Only the government can get away with not asking you for money, then fining you for not paying the money that they didn’t ask you for.

Of course, there was also a $20 fee for late registration as well as “convenience fees” both for paying the ticket AND paying the registration.

If someone is not paying, or ignoring your notices or something, fine, send them a ticket. But if you penalize people on a technicality, people who are actively trying to do the right thing, then don’t pretend you’re all above board.

Only the government can get away with b.s. like this. I mean, if the stamp to send the notification is just costing you sooo much money, tack the $0.49 on to the registration fee.

Governments should not be shady.

Quote Monday learns about dancing

Ollie: “Who was that woman?”
Me: “Beyoncé.”
Ollie: “She has really strong legs.”

Ollie: “One thing that helps me dance better is if my shoes are on the wrong feet.”

::I asked Ollie to do something downstairs, but he came running back::
Ollie: “I saw someone standing in the bathroom and I heard someone say, ‘There he is!'”
Me: “You have a good imagination.”
Ollie: “No…I have good ears.”

 

“Never” to appear in The Sockdolager

I am very please to announce that my story “Never” is set to appear at The Sockdolager.

What exactly is a “sockdolager” you muse, and then immediately feel foolish for speaking aloud to an empty room. Ah ha, but that’s where you’re wrong: the microphone in your computer secretly transmits all sound back to me, here in “Is This Thing On” headquarters.

A “sockdolager” is a forceful blow, or an exceptional thing or person.

The Sockdolager is a very small publisher.

We publish genre fiction that’s quite good & mostly short. You can read some, if you like.

And then they have an old timey picture of a fine lady about to wipe the pencil moustache off of a gentleman with her serious krav maga skills….so, my kind of place.

(Seriously, left yourself wide open to the ol’ knee-in-the-junk follow through there, dude)

More details as they become available; tentatively look for the spring issue.

One Month Comparison

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From top to bottom: Evelyn at one month, Oliver at one month, and Alexander at one month