He’s seven! Freaking seven! How in the heck did that happen??

Sometimes I go down odd rabbit holes. 

Yes, this conversation actually happened between Nathan and me...

"Daddy, I want to make my own rocket boots."

Lots of people got last week's #MiniMusicMonday challenge photo. I like when that happens. But the winners (again... because I cannot get an exact timestamp from Facebook or Instagram) were Eric on FB and Matt on IG.

There was a pretty interesting post a week or so ago on the Tor/Forge Blog about six fictional restaurants from SFF (science fiction/fantasy) novels that the writer would like to hang out at if they were real.

Nathan and I were downstairs cleaning things up before going up to bed when we heard something crash against our big window in the high-ceilinged living room.

As someone who has been overweight most of his life, has dieted, gotten to a “good” weight, put it back on, lost it again, lather, rinse, repeat and had bullies attack him the whole time, I want to publicly thank James Corden for his reasoned and honest retort to that bumbling sack of shit known as Bill Maher.