Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of October 5, 2025
My 3-year-old son walked around the house this morning referring to his penis as a volcano. That’s a new kind of B.D.E.
Only Lydia Knows
Why? I’ll tell you. Because my wife ain’t a wife anymore, my fiancé dumped me, and my kids have their own lives.
He sat across from Director Wallace at a white table. Between them was a bowl of individually wrapped mints. This offended him more than the hood. Torture should not involve mints. It suggested customer service.