Happy stupid new year, everybody! It’s supposed to be our first day back at school today, but we’re keeping everyone home, waiting for the phone to ring, hoping that the idea of nine kids coming in to the hospital to be tested for strep throat is just as terrifying for the doctor as it is for us, and that she will just call in prescriptions for everybody. Maybe just a giant vat of penicillin, which I will pour into the... Read more
Finding balance. Read more
More lessons of pregnancy. Read more
Be you an angel, or be you a sheep, or be you whatever, Merry Christmas to you!! Read more
Well, yesterday was a pretty great day for me. This is how December’s stats shaped up: Now, my blog generates no revenue whatsoever, no matter how many clicks I get; but even if it did, that’s not what I’m talking about. It was the astonishing outpouring of support and encouragement that made it just completely wonderful. So many people took the time to write a letter to my editor — and boy, I know how busy people are right now!... Read more
Folks, so many of you have been so encouraging and so generous with your prayers already. Thank you! If you have a moment, and if you’ve enjoyed my writing here or at the Register, maybe you could drop a line to the Editor-in-Chief, Jeanette de Melo. She’s been getting lots of calls and emails about me lately, and I’d love to have some friends add their voices. [email protected] Read more
FYI, I am in communication with my editors at the Register about how to respond to all the complaints about my and The Jerk’s remarks about Michael Voris’ cruise. Stay tuned, and prayers are welcome. Thank you. Read more
Go, Robbie! Read more
It’s not just altar boys who sometimes say, “I don’t think I want to serve anymore.” Read more
First, a shameless plug: order today with standard shipping from my CafePress store, and get a free shipping upgrade so your items will arrive by December 24. Doesn’t your beloved wife deserve some Dignaroos? Or won’t you step up and protect her honor on her semi-annual Trip Outside the Home by furnishing her with this presumably finely-crafted aluminum Pants Pass? Or some other ridiculous crap I threw together? Fine. Then let’s retreat from crass materialism. I hope everybody knows Tasha... Read more
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