You know those sitcom episodes where they don’t have any new shows ready but they need to air something, so they dig up old clips and the writers show up to bang out a few sentences of intro for each old segment on the way to pick up their paychecks? If there were any paychecks involved with my blog, this “episode” would be exactly like that.
The year 2013 corresponds to what would be Season 2 of Snoozing on the Sofa. When the timing works out like that, it seems a shame not to bow to fate and put on a year-end clip show. Here are some of my favorite posts from Season 2.
My son reminded me of my own mortality when he began telling his friend the story of how I died. It was rather disturbing to hear such a tale. My loved ones would be shocked at the news. The air was cleared, at last, when I was able to assure everyone that Reports of my death are greatly exaggerated.
I was worried that the boy might be getting a little too creative for his britches. But when he asked me the riddle, Why are cows so smart?, it renewed my faith that he uses his powers of imagination for good rather than evil.
That’s not to say I never mistook him for an evil spirit. His unnatural ability to glide to the side of my bed in the middle of the night reaffirmed a belief he first instilled in me when he was a toddler. I was able to report that some things never change, because Kids are STILL creepy: a horror story sequel.
2013 was a year filled with love, and even romance. It’s fortunate for parents that most childhood romance is purely theoretical, as in the age-old philosophical question, Dad, can I have a Sugar Mama?
Even little brother had his brush with heartache. Now, that special girl is just a bittersweet memory of toddler bliss. Oh, what a heart wrenching affair it is To have loved and lost in the mall play area.
But little boys bounce back from their brushes with girls. Their thoughts soon turn to vital interests, like McDonald’s and army vehicles. When they get together with their friends to chat about important topics, their conversations can take fascinating turns, as I discovered when I found myself Eavesdropping on the class of 2026.
A look back at 2013 wouldn’t be complete without input from my wife. We had some interesting conversations this year, some of which were tame enough to share. This one in particular won her many fans: Conversations with my wife: Boob on fire.
I hope you enjoyed this walk down memory lane. Now it’s time to look forward to the fun and excitement of 2014. I’ll do that right after I swing by and pick up my paycheck.
Whadaya mean this is volunteer work?
That can’t be right.
Who’d be daft enough to do this for fun?