La Crosse Ice King. I’ve had mine now for over 20 years (got them December 1995) and have held up remarkably well and are still ridiculously warm - I can wear them in subzero temps with only regular cotton socks and be warm (crucial when sitting outside for 4+ hours at Packers games or ice fishing). The only thing…

La Crosse Ice King. I’ve had mine now for over 20 years (got them December 1995) and have held up remarkably well…

Luck is the key word there. Neither my wife or I know how the hell that happened other than his competitiveness. We weren’t even trying, and he said he wanted to “big boy pee” and away he went.

He was a little over 2 because he wanted to be like his big brother and take showers. That little shit is ultra-competitive about everything - he was totally potty-trained/out of diapers (even night time ones) at 17 months.

I don’t know what’s more disturbing: a 4-year old shitting in the tub, a father thinking a 7- and 4-year old siblings sharing a tub is okay, or that a 7- and 4-year old aren’t taking showers.

Also, I wonder how this was determined on a county-by-county basis. I live in a suburban county west of Milwaukee, but in the largest city in that county. While school has not been canceled for snow in the 3 years that my kids have been in school (it has been for cold numerous times), the school districts to the…

Not to pick nits, but the 2018 Olympics actually start one year from yesterday due to Korea being on the opposite side of the International Date Line of the U.S.

The fact that he “only” ended up with a broken wrist, a couple broken vertabrae, lung & liver contusion and a concussion is a small miracle. You’d have thought at least his ankles would have broken.

My wife and I were watching that live on tv, and we both thought he was dead. Just thinking about that makes me wince.

Other than refugees seeking entry due to religious-based persecution in their home country, the EO does not say what you infer it says.

I don’t know what’s wasted more in my house by my kids - ketchup or ranch. I’ll lean ranch because they squeeze the ever living hell out of the bottle like it’s Heinz ketchup and an ranch-splosion comes rocketing out all over the damn place. But the tsunami of ketchup that goes down the drain gives the ranch a good…

Apparently that’s only for whole-hog maple syrup, not AJ or Mrs. Butterworth’s or whatever.

+4 kids in the hall

I’m not annoyed about the HFA per se - I was annoyed that they made an exhibition game “mean” something because the 2001 ASG ended in a tie. It’s like cutting off your nose to spite your face.

I both love and hate this, as I was lucky enough (?) to have been at that game. Still grates on me, although MLB finally got away from that stupid home field advantage nonsense.

Doing your best? Sorry, but plagiarism doesn’t qualify. Your 2nd paragraph in this article is nearly identical to the 3rd paragraph (and 1st part of the 4th paragraph) of the Newsweek article. You didn’t attribute that language to the author, which constitutes plagiarism.

Sure, when you basically plagiarize a Newsweek author, the writing is going to look improved. As evidence, here’s the second paragraph of this article:

That was extremely bizarre. That being said, it might have been more odd losing more than a day flying there, having left Milwaukee at noonish on day 1, leaving LAX at 5 pm and landing in Auckland on day 3 at 2:00 am

My worst airplane/airline experience occurred in August 2004 on my way home from a summer abroad in Australia. My buddy and I left Sydney sometime early afternoon and landing at LAX that same morning (yay international date line!). What was supposed to be a roughly 14 hour flight turned out longer due to a backup of…

Great story! I remember that storm well, as the basement in my office building flooded, and that is where we kept all of our files for retention since we were lacking in both file cabinets and space at the time. A lot of people had already left work because of the conditions, so we were a skeleton crew when I hear a…

Yeah. Just say, “It’s noon. On a Sunday. You know where I’ll be.”