This is my place for random, non-serious observations. Eventually I'll think of a better description, but until then, we'll just leave it at Chicken Pies.
Irony is when you help two other kids with their pinewood derby cars and on the day of the big race, they both beat your son. And they keep him from placing. Sweet.
I feel older than I am, and I'm fatter than I should be. What I wouldn't do to be as svelte as I was when I was the tubbiest of all my 20-year-old buddies!
