Normally, you don’t have to twist my arm to drink a milkshake. In fact, I’m usually looking for an excuse, ANY excuse, to slurp one down (or is it slurp one up. Hmmmmmmm). But then IT happened. What exactly was IT, you ask? Actually, there were two ITs. But let me back up for a second.…
The adventures of a single dad
Holding together the jello 