Lesbian Dad

Seen and heard on date night

This was last week.  We’d just finished eating a fine meal at our favorite neighborhood Italian restaurant.  And no, I don’t like it just because there’s a waitress there who for years has been willing to  (unable to not?) flirt regardless of whether the mother of my children is sitting

Inaugural alpenglow

Yesterday was a day that defies hyperbole.  And I say this as a chronically hyperbolic person.  I left a crumb trail of disjointed remarks throughout the day on the Twitter thingie, which showed itself to be a phenomenally clever mechanism for enabling an open-ended number of people to talk at,

back up that-away
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