Your Valentine’s Day Side Effects May Vary

Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. For single folks, it’s a day for love and romance; for us marrieds, it’s been there, done that, now hand me the damn remote. 

If only we had paid attention. If only we had heeded the long-term side effects, printed in microscopic lettering on the back of those pink and red Hallmarks, that alerted us to the chances that love may eventually cause children.

Blogger Makes America Grate Again

Note the location.

The people love me. LOVE. Some say I'm the most popular blogger ever. Tremendously popular. So popular that I had to hire my own press secretary to deal with the attention. Here's a transcript of his first press conference.

Enter the Stand-Up Blogger

Word from the world of health news is “sitting is the new smoking” sans the nicotine buzz and toasty aroma. That is why I’m writing this standing up, all clear headed and spring fresh.

Truly Useful Christmas Gifts for this Parent

Truly Useful Christmas Gifts for this Parent

Dear Santa,

Kris K., my man! How long’s it been? A year? 

Sorry not to be in touch sooner, but you have to take some of the blame. It’s not like you don’t where to find me, Mr. Sees You When You’re Sleeping. Make it easy on me in 2017, and finally get a Snapchat account.

I know it’s always tough coming up with gift ideas for people like me (middle-aged trophy husbands with teenagers and a floundering writing career) so I thought I’d give you some boldface hints. In fact, some of the items on my list will surely benefit many others around the world. Here you go:

This Dummy's Guide to Being a Slum Lord

Slum lord Snidely Uncool, at your service.

Not many people will admit their life’s ambition is to become a slum lord.

However, after spending a week repairing rental homes and the week after changing various bandages on my body, it seems like a solid career move.

Droughts Stink and So Do I

You know what truly stinks about our area's ongoing drought? Me.

Sorry for the stench, lower Fairfield County, but to comply with the water company’s call for voluntary conservation as our reservoirs edge closer to summer-in-Las Vegas levels, I’ve been doing my part by avoiding the shower. Your nose won’t thank me but the rest of you should.