Toddler Sunrise

Dear Diary, I was deeply involved in a now-forgotten dream.  My weekend slumber was free of stress as even my sub-conscious seemed undeniably aware of the absence of any set alarm clocks.  Then suddenly, SMACK!  A tiny hand came down hard on the left side of my face. I was ripped from my wonderful andRead more

Captain Poopypants thinks I’m cute

Dear Diary, Sometimes I’m wrong … like REALLY wrong, and I deeply hate it! Once during my time as the manager for the low-income hotel, I was having a conversation with a coworker when I was interrupted by a very loud and very unusual noise.  I left the conversation to check out the lobby whenRead more