Only a 7-year-old would insist that gymnastics are an integral part of miniature golf.
Monthly Archives: August 2012
I have to hand it to the Columbian drug cartel. They can miraculously transport thousands of kilos of cocaine into the United States, maneuvering it past customs and tight airport security; whereas, I can’t even sneak a measly bag of broken toys out of my apartment without arousing the suspicion of a 7 year old.
The sun has just come up in Brooklyn as I attempt to dodge another patch of glass on my bike.
Scanning over my posts from the last year, two thoughts crossed my mind: I pity anyone who gets seated next to me at a dinner party. More so, I pray my daughter never decides to start a blog about me.