Shot day, take two

They sounded like bleating lambs, crying over and over again from places we couldn’t see.
Occasionally, we’d hear an outright shriek, followed immediately by the soothing tones of a grown-up (A parent? The nurse?) trying to reassure the terrified child that somehow, in some way, this torture would be worthwhile.
Yes, Tuesday was L’s second trip [...]

Hating on Jenny

I’ve never really liked Jenny McCarthy.
When she hosted that MTV show about dating, her “funny” faces inspired me to yell at my television. I hated her in her eponymous TV show, and the one after that, titled, simply, “Jenny.” I’m not ashamed to admit that I didn’t even care for her Playboy centerfolds.
But nothing, I [...]