His head comes off

I’d like to introduce you to my son’s latest obsession. Perhaps some of you XY types can come on in here and lend me some of that insight that can only come from testosterone poisoning, because frankly, I am stumped. This is Martian Manhunter, a.k.a. John...

Insert insight here

I had something I was going to blog about tonight, but I forget what it was. And my mother always told me that if it was important, I’d remember. I can’t remember so it was probably dumb. Oh, wait, I just remembered! Justice League party supplies! I bought...

And then I was like, OMG, and he was like…

Gimme a stick of that gum, wouldja? Thanks. I am totally skipping this class, it is SO. BORING. Want me to braid your hair? I can. Meet me behind the gym. You can look at my trig notes while we do it, or we could just talk about boys instead. Boys. *sigh* Like, oh my...

Reality check

Oh, my. Here I was busy just having a little chuckle over the day’s events, and y’all have me paired off and married to the guy, already. Slow down, people. Goodness. There’s still plenty of time for him to turn out to be a psycho, or just never call...

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