Lesbian Dad

Gone fishin’

If we were French, or had more samolians for the vacation budget, we’d be gone for a month. But we are grateful for the upcoming week away, during which time I hope to work as little as our Commander-in-Chief. Internet access and/or familial tolerance for my noodling away in front

Makin’ bacon

Whenever I take the kiddles to our regional park’s “Little Farm,” I feel thorougly vindicated by my vegetarianism. I can look pigs proudly in the eye. If only they’d lift their umpteen pound heads to look back. Of course some of them have good reason not to lift their umpteen

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