Thursday, March 29, 2012


Traveling with a person under the age of three has its challenges.  While I wish to be a bourbon swilling, free wheeling hooligan, I can not be, most days.  I have to be patient.  I have to be cool.  I have to be an example.  At one point today the little blonde yells, "Ahhh, a compromise is coming!"  I can only guess he has mistaken the word for some kind of troll or ghoul that would live under a bridge.   The truth is, damn straight a compromise is coming.  Always.  All days.  It may just be my new motto. 

 But we survive. Again and again.

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