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I just spent twenty minutes ironing a shower curtain.
I know what you’re thinking. “Surely, the end of the world is coming.” But never fear, Interwebz! It’s not that ominous. Though, to be honest there is something coming that has me all flustered and overwhelmed – my Germans.
Well, not ALL my Germans are coming. Tripe won’t be [...]
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Although Dad’s retirement party was snowed out, we still managed to keep ourselves entertained. Drew and Kate even made it out from Durham. The conversations only get worse when you add in another brother.
You HAVE to be getting tired of these little fly-on-the-wall excerpts, but I just can’t stop myself. So here’s one more. Fortunately I’m [...]
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After Tripe left to return to Frankfurt, Thom and I agreed to not speak or see each other for at least a week. We’re pretty close as far as siblings go, but we both agreed it would be best to spend some time apart after the copious volumes of quality bonding time we had during Tripe’s [...]
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I finally caved and bought a new phone. Rocco has been creaming for the Palm Pre ever since the press release came out. He’s been using his subtle powers of persuasion to convince me it’s the solution to all my problems. Originally I thought his motivation was just to get me a phone that actually worked [...]
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I find it utterly amazing that you can know someone for decades, then suddenly learn something totally new about them.
For example, yesterday morning, Tripe and I were sitting on the couch discussing mortality, carcinogens, and other breezy topics with the TV on in the background. The conversation hit a lul and we both focused on the [...]
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What is wrong with this family is no small thing:
Tripe: Look out for that squirrel!
Rocco: That is one seriously fat squirrel.
Thom: That’s the kind of squirrel that when you shove it up your ass, you look like you have a tail.
I don’t think I can describe the conversations we have sitting around the dinner table unless I [...]
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Yesterday, Thom and I took our German for lunch at Panera. We ordered separately, and scored a sweet booth. Axel was still grabbing his beverage while Thom and I collected our orders. Axel plopped down next to us and looked hungrily at our plates of food.
“How do you know when your order is ready?” he asked.
“They [...]
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