I usually do my weekly wrap-up on Sunday but I couldn’t because my parents were in town with truck-load of dead buffalo parts. True story. Then my father tried (again) to instill a love of coin collecting in me and it didn’t work except for when I saw one of his 1839 one cent pieces that I wanted and he gave it to me because I was finally appreciating something he liked but then I pointed out why I wanted it and then he went and laid down in another room for a few hours.
And now, time for my weekly wrap-up of shit-I-was-doing-when-I-wasn’t-here:
This week on my sex column (which is satirical and vaguely safe for work if your boss isn’t a douche-canoe):
This week on Good Mom/Bad Mom on the Houston Chronicle:
This week on the internets:
This week on shit-I-didn’t-come-up-with-but-wish-I-did-because-it’s-kind-of-awesome: