You Knew It Couldn’t Last

Well, as you DadWagon loyalists may remember, this was my bachelor weekend. I’m living the life of Don Draper on Waverly Place, except (a) compared with Don, I have minimal disposable income, (b) I don’t have a mistress, and (c) I have no taste for brown liquor. So, basically, not Don at all, and in …

Car Seat Depression

I don’t really understand why, but any failure I have performing mechanical tasks around the house (building simple items, repairing others) seems to have an extremely negative impact on the rest of my day. I’m not going to go so far as to say depression, but more-than-mildly bummed would be accurate. Take yesterday, for example. …