Mooreover / Blog

Lipstick on a pig. I’m embarrassed for my country that it became an issue. Know what’s funny? A teenager wearing a hat that says “World’s Greatest Dad.” I think that we’re having a girl. A girl that could remain nameless, considering that we went all-in on “Selah.” I just asked a friend of mine if he still went geocaching, and he said that not as much since the local and state parks had banned the practice. They were afraid that terrorists might plant bombs for adventurous Americans to dig up. Yes – because geocaching represents all that is wrong with Western civilization. Now that I’m aware I’m working on legislation that will keep people from planting tulips. Can’t be too safe. Guy across from me is wearing black shoes with blue slacks – pet peeve. Buy some brown. Selah’s favorite song is “Happy Birthday.” She tells us who to sing it to. So far I’ve sung it to: Mommy, Daddy, Grandma, Papa, G-Daddy, Reesie, Sara, Dustin, Erin, Micah, Selah, french fries, the letter “P”, the letter “R”, Lighting McQueen, Mader, Doc, Nemo, pillow, house, shoes, hat, ear and nose. The other song I sing her is the theme song for “Weeds,” a song called Little Boxes: “Little boxes, on the hillside, little boxes made of ticky-tacky, little boxes on the hillside, little boxes all the same. There’s a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yell-ow one and they’re all made out of ticky-tack and they all look just the same.” But she prefers “Happy Birthday” most of all.