I am so tired, I said to myself, but aloud, I said I am so tired of this. It wasn't an empathetic statement. It was an accusation.

It was like this: Me: What do you guys want to do about lunch? Hey, everybody? Son #1: Mac-n-cheese. Son #2: I don't know. Daughter: THER...

Dear Lord. Thank you for the internet. And liquor. These are the words I find myself repeating tonight: praise for two of humanity's grea...