“put on your sweater, don’t you know its summer” – volunteer at the desk of the local ymca.

after more than a week of grey skies and cold temperatures here in the bay area my chances of moving the family out of the hot and sticky southeast look pretty slim.

a friend told me he had never heard someone complain about the weather in california – if he had a weeks worth of free time my wife would be happy to change that for him.

i’m not the kind of person who admires strangers or celebrities, but as with most rules there is usually an exception, and my exception to this rule is jon stewart.

so, if ever he is found to be involved in some heinous scandal, like so many other prominent personalities have been, please don’t tell me…

when we drove out of california in to nevada we told the kids, it was after all their first time in nevada.

we took a short hike on the tahoe rim trail and returned to the car.

a few minutes later when we told the kids we crossed the border back to california, logan made the astute observation:

“nevada sure is a small state”

i feel for plants the way some people feel for their pets. so when i saw this sign on the building across the alley:

i had to walk around til i found the plant in need of assistance.

yet, in spite of appreciating their help, the best part of this story was the ideas tossed about in our office for what a sign in our window could say in response…

i have come to the conclusion that my kids are not consistently ignoring me, they simply can’t hear me.

the reason they can’t hear me is that their brains apparently have mastered talking and listening simultaneously and since they never stop talking, it prohibits them from hearing me…

on a recent garbled cell phone call with my aunt, she said:

“i didn’t hear what you just said, but i’m sure it was funny.”

someone, who obviously knows me well…