Bad Stretch
By Don’t miss the six-plus part series at Axis of Evel Knievel regarding the impending birth of the author’s daughter. The upshot is that if you’re not going to be born on April 1, you might as well wait until May.
The best review of this series comes from commenter “Wife” who states:
I’m sure everyone is enjoying my witty husband’s remarks on the daily atrocities that have occurred on past days of April. However, I am from the “if you have time to lean, you have time to clean,” school of thought where I figure his time could be better spent sucking the hairballs off of our ceiling with the vacuum cleaner; removing the mound of recycling from the floor of our kitchen; finding out where Henry, his neutotic pisser of a cat, has left his last mark; tossing out the empty can of Fresca and the empty beer bottle that have been laying on our deck for the past six months; or perhaps playing a game of “try to find the teabags,” which are hidden around our house in the strangest of places. He’s witty, to be sure, but he’s also a teabag tosser.
Couldn’t the same be said of us all? Except the witty, that is.