Stuff I Need Help With

There is a small country in South Asia—Bhutan—where the government measures its success based on the collective happiness of its…

I know how to stimulate the economy. Not create job growth, necessarily. This plan would almost certainly not address the…

Pooping embarrasses me more than almost anything. You might say I suffer from a super-minor form of parcopresis. It’s not…

You think you’re being nice. But you’re not. You think you’re doing her a favor. But you’re not. You think…

When I have a bunch of chores, I tend to save the hardest stuff for last. I think there’s probably…

Kids are smarter than you. When kids aren’t crapping their pants, exposing themselves in public or throwing temper tantrums because…

It’s so easy to feel sorry for yourself. I do it all the time. Because I lost my wife. Because…

I premature ejac-posted tomorrow’s post while trying to edit it on my phone WHILE drinking. *shrug* I’m sorry. It will…

“This is one time where television really fails to capture the true excitement of a large squirrel predicting the weather.”…

For years, I wouldn’t hear it. The complaining. Some men call it “nagging.” Or “bitching.” Or “PMS-ing.” She must be…