Why does bad sh*t drip on good people?  There were moments this thought passed through my head as water dripped on my head from the upstairs bathroom on that Tuesday before Thanksgiving. But did it really matter if the house was not in perfect order over the Thanksgiving weekend?  The house matched the hosts, both imperfect.  And now we had a conversation starter. (more…)

This was our year to host my family for Thanksgiving!  After having spent the morning at the hospital with Sean during his colonoscopy, I was racing through the store, knocking a few more items off of my “to-do” list when my cell phone rang.  It was Sean.

Me: What?  (tone…not so nice)

Sean: We’ve got a problem. There’s water pouring through the family room ceiling.  The master bathroom toilet overflowed.

Me: Are you on drugs?

Sean: Yes…but that’s not the point.  I tried to soak it up with towels but there’s too much.  I turned the water off so it’s stopped. (more…)

I’d be willing to testify under oath that I did not in fact have a gun to Carolyn’s head while she typed those sacred words: “Sean is right.”

Had she repeated it 100 times, then that’d be a sure sign that I might have… But what a fine entry that would have been.

In an effort at full disclosure, my lips have received almost no training forming the words,” Carolyn, you are right and I am wrong,”  Even if I am thinking it, normally what comes out of my mouth is “blah blah blah” or “whatever.” (more…)