There was a legitimate explanation for why my nephew was wearing girls underwear yesterday, but I think I suppressed it… Lots of dads at my gym on Father’s Day, taking out their frustrations for the regrettable choices they’ve made in their personal lives… It was a high-caloric weekend. I made myself a PB&J, and the “B” stood for “BLT”… I spent Saturday morning in a casting workshop, then had another one Sunday morning. I’m my own douchey boss… And finally, this conversation occurred as I arrived at my brother’s house last night:MY NEPHEW: “Where’s Petey?”
ME: “He’s dead.”
MY NEPHEW: “Again?”
