Gah

I hate depression.
It is my very close enemy.
Medication ensures that my depression rolls over my life like a slick shiny unbreathable coat of polyurethane.
Before medication my depression would bury me under six feet of soil.
I fight. I distract myself. I get dangerously amorous.
Then it recedes and I can breathe again.

Time Out Kid, We Need To Talk

My daughter's gleeful shout rolled out of the kitchen and into every nook and corner in our house:

"NOM NOM BEER!"

When my wife and I managed to stop laughing in our sleeves we explained to our daughter that beer is for grown-ups and not 2 year olds.

Who the hell knows where that one came from.

PSA

Contrary to popular belief throwing Christmas themed shit on any available flat horizontal surface is not decorating for Christmas.