and thanks to my third grader, i did learn something today. from the crapper he yelled "dad, today is a special day. y'know why it's special?" "why, son?" i asks. "it's a special day because today is the day iraq attacked us."

who says sayin' it don't make it so?

i smell a learnin'-what-it-feels-like-to-skeer-the-corn-puddin'-out-of-a-teacher-and-onto-the-floor comin' on in a by got day or two.