10/27/12 - 3:01pm
I try to be the quintessential family man but occasionally I manage to really step in it.
It all started a few months ago when I inadvertently came home with some blond hairs on my jacket. Initially, all I got was a quizzical gaze. Then, a couple of days later I overlooked dealing with some little scratches until it was too late.
The curious gape became a dead stare and I ended up mumbling an excuse about wounding myself while checking the oil in my rig.