Musings from the Big Pink

We're getting bees. They come tomorrow. All 500 of them. I don't have enough place settings. But they're coming. Eleven is not psyched. He is afraid of bees. We've done all the "honey bees almost never sting, as long as you leave them alone, they'll...

Musings from the Big Pink: Dead at 25: From the moment you're born, you start dying. That's what people say. From the moment you're born, you start dying. Blech. Depre...

From the moment you're born, you start dying. That's what people say. From the moment you're born, you start dying. Blech. Depressing. And untrue. When you're born, you are alive. Your synapses and cells are growing at astronomical rates. Every molecule...

Two doors down, people were having a party in their yard. It sounded like it was going pretty well. Maybe too well.
As I stood in my kitchen, I heard something loud hit my house. CLUNK. I had to investigate. As a father. As a man.
I stopped individually wrapping the miniature strawberry cupcakes we had baked earlier and grabbed the nearest weapon--a plastic auger type anchor for a beach umbrella-- banged open the screen door. and stepped outside. Clad in boxer briefs and nothing...