mid-morning time waster: "i'm not here to teach. i'm hear to learrrn."
lately my life has been a bit crazy. i’ve been thinking about life after the SS, preparing to unite two friends in marriage this weekend and trying to be a good husband to the pixie and a good daddy for dizzy. fortunately, in the midst of all the craziness, i’ve continued to be a model pedagogue. here’s what i’ve been learning:
when you dream about mr. stomach fighting mr. anus, you’re in for a long night.
cigarettes are not acceptable substitutes for asthma inhalers.
the dark, sexy russian at the poker table just might have more in common with yakoff smirnoff than a scheming ringer.
prayer changes things.
but christian cliché’s still suck.
there’s a fine line between a funny cynic and a dream killer.
benadryl-d really should be taken in recommended doses.
loose canons have shitty moorings.
contrary to popular opinion, there are biblical commentaries that are well-written.
so what are you learning?
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