Guess how I thought of opening Go Ask Daddy this week?
I had designs on a scathing prediction of boredom and boneheadism in the Super Bowl on Sunday. Final score: Patriots 9, Seahawks 8. It’s the lousiest championship game in the history of Jesus.
Marshawn Lynch fumbles three times and rushes for 3 yards. Tom Brady throws seven interceptions, and Seattle can’t muster a touchdown. Both coaches draw the writer’s block when it comes to rule-bending.
That’s saying something. Bill Belichick and Pete Carroll redefine the term, ‘cheat sheet.’
What would happen if we just kept on having babies?
At what point does it matter anymore? Ever played the game LIFE, and wound up with so many blue and pink baby pegs you had to lay them crosswise in your car? That was just me? And is it possible to open a blog with four straight questions?
That’s five, isn’t it?
In real life, the difference between two and three is minimal. The noise is about the same. I’m still lucky to get two slices of pizza (and crusts from the youngest). How bad could three to four be?