If I could throw this lifeless lifeline to the wind

Short week this week. It's like starting the week on Tuesday afternoon. Which is nice.

The Hess station near us sells 24 oz. cans of Miller Lite for $.99 each. That's a six-pack in three cans. For less than $3.50. To put that in perspective: the very same can of Miller Lite costs me $3.50 at GCT. Six beers for the price of two.

I made a playlist for my daughter called "Baby Tunes." For some reason I included Heroin by the Velvet Underground. Am I sabotaging any hope she has at avoiding my taste for opiates? Or is it just a song? Am I just instilling a taste for somewhat droning Cage/Reed compositions? Things you wonder about as a parent.

A friend was bitching about the unsolicited parenting advice and family planning guidance you tend to get from complete strangers. She was speaking in particular about people who have taken it upon themselves to tell her that she - with two daughters - should keep trying until she gets a boy. These are the same people who worry that science and the gov't will allow people to choose their baby's sex. People, please. We know that you feel the need to say something to the man or lady with the cute baby but think for just a second before you do it. Please. We know that you generally mean well, but c'mon, boundaries. If you take it upon yourself to offer me advice, do not be surprised or offended if I should take that as an invitation to do likewise. You really don't want that. Trust me.