So sue me. This is stale I was told by the one person who I can guarantee reads it. And I already told my mommy, I would not be writing much in November. I never do. Actually I do, but not here. I am writing my book, and I wish I knew why my wife didn’t write more here since she seems to be a whitty soul.

Update I suppose. Last week I told the school kids to a diversity camp called UNITOWN in Prescott, AZ. I am speechless at how much they got from it. While I was gone, Donna had to drive Claire back and forth to daycare. She actually didn’t mind it, as much as I expected.  Neither did Donna.

Emma’s mommy and daddy move on December 1st. Damnit. Even while helping them pack, I can’t imagine them leaving in 19 days. NINETEEN DAYS. No more brunches, no more goofing off with Ryan and buying cool toys that he knows about. No more having long talks with Laura. No more watching Emma grow and knowing some of the things Claire will do in a year. No more going to their house and hanging out for WAY TOO LONG! No more Chicken Shwarma and all that other good food. No more rides to the airport or anything else. I am done. That’s it. UGH.