Something clever.
B.A., a stay-at-home-dad, is trying to get a cake business off the ground. The Blue Moon Bakery (aka B.A.’s kitchen) even has a price chart and cake examples.
In other news, B.A.’s manhood has been missing for two months. If you have any information which could lead B.A. back to his masculinity please call 1-800-Make-It-Stop or the office of The Blue Moon Bakery. A small reward is available in your choice of frosting.
B.A. posted a photo of his young niece (or something) in her shirt and diaper on his Flickr photostream. The pic was perfectly normal and fine, but I left a comment that said “Dude, Chris Hansen’s gonna show up and tell you to have a seat.”
Then I got this e-mail from him:
“What up yo? Thank you for giving me a complex… after you commented on Tiffany’s picture, that one and her others got favorited by a perv… which I blocked. I really hate to make it private because my family checks my Flickr page out… I could send them all a guest pass invite… I don’t know. Now I’ll question everything I put on there.”
Then this e-mail from him literally two minutes later:
“I hope you don’t take offense, but I deleted your last comment… I really don’t want people to think I’m a pedophile with my site consisting of mostly a little girl”
Whenever I hang with B.A. over a weekend, we always overdo it on Friday night. We drink a little too much. We’ll stay up a little too late. We kick our own asses pretty well.
Then Saturday rolls around and we’re shot. Cause we’re old and we can’t hack it anymore.
B.A. has thrown his hat into the world of personal Web sites, officially announcing e-Flanagan.com yesterday.
The site in it’s infancy only features pictures of baby Flanagan for now. But as B.A. learns to utilize his stay-at-home status more effectively, as well as his Web design/implementation skill, I’m sure the site will grow.
He’ll have to add a blog next.
Congratulations to B.A. and Jenn on becoming parents early Friday, Oct. 5.
Emma Lynn Flanagan was born at 12:23 a.m. weighing it at 7 lbs. 2 ounces and measuring 20 1/2 inches.
I’m happy to report their were no complications during delivery and any flannel the baby was planning on bringing into the world was left inside the womb.
Reports out of Columbia City indicate that the baby, apparently, has no tolerance to Jack Daniels and tragically hates Winnie the Pooh.
More baby photos:
I quit smoking back in January. And I went months without smoking a single cigarette.
I caved and picked it up again over a few days at some point this year. Then quit again. And as it stand now, I cheat on occasion.
Like this last weekend when B.A. came to town. He used to smoke as well, so now he only buys cigarettes when he comes to Columbus to hang with me. Or when I go to Columbia City.
So I get to use him as an excuse to bum a few and he gets to use me as an excuse to have a few. It’s not a bad little system.
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