I Don't Belong Here.

a humor blog from the trenches of suburbia.

Another dance competition this past weekend. It’s getting harder and harder for me to figure out which kids are the ones I know and which ones I don’t. There’s something about them being on stage that distorts how they look. Maybe it’s the lights or the makeup or the distance or whatever, but they look …

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My opinion on bringing your pets in public is pretty well known. When I grew up, I loved having dogs. I played with them, cuddled them, fed them, and picked up their shit in the backyard. But the thought of bringing one of my Yellow Labs to a public place and having them sit at …

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My boss Laura told me this afternoon in the kitchen that a coworker has been stealing the frozen meals that she brings for lunch. The interesting part is that they’re vegan Trader Joe’s meals, which appeals to a pretty niche demographic if you ask me. “I can’t believe that a grown adult at a professional …

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The assistant general manager at a restaurant in Old Town was on another one this afternoon. My buddy Brandon and I were there for lunch, and when we walked in, he was on the phone trying to negotiate a reservation situation for Sunday. It seemed pretty heated—I think the negotiations in Gaza are going better. …

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Another dance competition weekend. The name of the competition is PAC – Precision Arts Competition, and on the way there, my daughter Josephine explained that their gimmick is they sound some kind of siren at the end of certain dances and those girls get to be in a freestyle contest before awards. “That’s when the …

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Tonight Melinda got hit on at Fair Winds, and it was probably one of the most entertaining things I’ve seen there in YEARS. The dude was in a group of bikers wearing cuts who came in around 7. They sat at the bar and drank Kolsch and talked about military stuff. One guy in the …

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Earlier this week, Melinda took Dominic to his first concert. It was for some girl named Tate McRae, a singer who, according to Wikipedia, was born during my sophomore year of college. “Are you sure you want to go?” I asked Dominic when he asked for tickets. “I’ve never heard of this chick, and I’ve …

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