Smells Like Middle-Aged Spirit

Last week my lovely wife was able to score some free tickets to go see a Nirvana cover band through her work.  She could hardly suppress her glee, being a huge fan of Mr. Cobain’s little garage band that could.  I was instructed to arrange for babysitting service, provide her one of the many cherished flannel shirts I had held onto since high school, and prepare to “get our … Continue reading Smells Like Middle-Aged Spirit