I Don't Belong Here.

a humor blog from the trenches of suburbia.

I almost ran out of gas this morning taking the kids to the bus stop. When I got in the car my display said I had 20 miles left on the tank, and the drive is 12 miles. In theory, that’s enough, but halfway into the drive I got the “low fuel” indicator, where my …

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After dinner, we watched the Phillies while Melinda took Josephine’s friend home. A commercial kept coming on for Woodbridge wine, a cheap brand that comes in a variety of jugs, boxes, and cans. It featured images of a woman pouring red wine into a glass with ice, a pitcher of sangria, and a man drinking …

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Is my family the only one having difficulty flushing the toilet? It feels like every third time I lift the lid in my house, there’s a little surprise waiting for me. At first I thought it must be a mechanical issue, but after a thorough inspection of each toilet’s internals, I’ve concluded everyone in my …

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The plastic slide at the neighborhood playground is like every slide in America, in that it causes your hair to stand up when you lie on it. It’s also covered in crude graffiti carved with a safety pin or pen. There’s the normal stuff you’d expect, like a melted crater caused by a Bic lighter, …

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