Waaaahhhhhooooo!!!!!!!!
With a name like Powers and a small, bald version of myself constantly around me, it was only a matter of time before Cole’s uncle Tommy felt a need to provide a soft warning…
Daddy…I think it’s still watching me…I can’t fall asleep, it’ll eat my brai….zzz….zzz…
Psst…daaadddyyy…you can’t cage me in no crib….wakey wakey fat man….payback hurts…
I have something on my face?…wha? Just right there buddy…just use your hand to… Did I get it? Are you sure?? Sure buddy…you got it…
Zombie Elvis….whooooaaaaa……
I said, you have been backed up for six days…we need to give you a suppository. Oh, I thought that’s what I heard.
Hey ladies, I am working on my aloof eyes. What did you say? Actually, I don’t care. I’m not even sure why I asked. I think I got this down pat…
We want to work with Cole on figuring out his talents so he can get a leg up in life. Logical step was teaching him how to play the spoons — being the son of the 3 time world Spooning champ — why not? It is going so well…
Dear Baseball gods, please…please….let them make it to the playoffs….8 game lead….14 left….
According to Bat….45 years ago we sat on a 6 1/2 game lead with 12 left…..I fell asleep before he finished the story. I assume we got into the playoffs…right?
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