STATUS UPDATE
You know its going to be a bad day, when the Dali Lama Unfriends you.
You know its going to be a bad day, when the Dali Lama Unfriends you.
Have to say after a busy spring of corporate speaking I’m glad summer is here. Cold drinks, family reunions and caftans. No, I haven’t worn a pair of shorts in years. I’ve never felt the need to push my bottom into a pair because, from the rear, it looks like two puppies struggling to get out. From that angle, it looks like my cheeks are chewing bubble gum. I’m not putting myself down. I’m very grateful for the legs I have. They are decent, stocky, Irish peasant legs, meant to carry rocks up a…..
You shouldn’t say you miss your grown-up kids because within minutes of speaking such a sentiment the gods will bring them home on the Coach Canada bus.
A few weeks ago I had just finished saying how nicely my son had turned out. How he was quite the lovely young man, how he’s grown up and stopped visiting friends in his boxer shorts, how he’s stopped scratching body parts at the dinner table, how he’s stopped asking his girl friend to pull his finger. I was saying how good he is with money and how he can make soup. A man that can make soup is a good man in this day and age. But then he came back home on the same weekend he had decided to quit smoking. Now I do want him to quit, believe me. I wish he hadn’t started. But he was trying to quit in my home, on an island, without the patch, without the gum, without bringing me a three-day supply