Vagabonding
It's Charlie Bravo Day Eve at the Casa del Whackos, and Charlie's in one of her moods. On certain nights, she decides that she wants to start the night alone…
Are you not entertained?
Are you not entertained? Typical Sunday night at the Casa del Whackos; I'm worn out from a long motorcycle ride and sprawled out on the couch with Ajax, and all…
Four years done gone…
Dad here; I need to be getting ready for that four-letter word known as work, as it is Charlie Bravo Day and as such, Charlie should be doing the post…
The fidget blanket
Thursday night at the Casa; mom and Mia has wisely fled for the bedroom and solitude, as the kidlets are in rare form tonight. Charlie and Claire are re-enacting the…
Shave me from myself
Dad here; I hate, hate, HATE bullies. When I was younger, I was always the smallest, weakest, the last to get picked on any team. As a result, my heroes…
I lift mine eyes unto the hills
Things have been a bit strained at the Casa del Whackos lately. It is said that a double-minded man is unstable in all his ways, but when there are more…
The story of Marco Polo
Marco Polo here; like Charlie, much of my former life is a blur, erased by an extended time of starvation and neglect. But in my case, the abuse was not…
