I'll admit it ... I'm a grown man, and I enjoy playing video games.  There is a satisfaction to "virtually" killing 13 year old pimply punks who are screaming "yo mamma" every time they lay you down with a line of auto machine gun fire (to be completely honest, most of these pimply-faced teens wipe the "virtual" floor with my dead body).

I'll jump online and play for 10-20 minutes every other day or so.  It's slightly therapeutic, and instantly gratifying.  Heads roll, blood sprays, bombs explode.

I've recently learned that there is a completely different side of online gaming to which I have had no exposure.  I am speaking about "World of Warcraft."

Remember when you were growing up and your mom made a cake from scratch?  The best part of the whole process wasn't the cake or even the icing.  It was licking the bowl.
    
It's the simplest of pleasures sometimes that mean the most.
    
My sister and I used to take turns between licking the beaters and the bowl.  If one got the bowl, the other got the beaters.  The next time it switched.  Chocolate cakes, pound cakes, lemon cakes.  It didn't matter.  Any cake batter would do.
    
So when my mom made a cake this past Thanksgiving, she was excited to let my nephews lick the bowl.  They're four and six, that perfect age where the world is always right and licking sweet cake batter from a bowl is as good as it gets.

A continuation of Chapter 2 in Suzy Soro's unreleased book.

Suzy, at age 19, moves in with her first sexual partner, Scotty.  They play house in a small one-room apartment and after several "fun" discussions, they get engaged.

We continue now with more of Chapter 2.

And now we continue with our next installment of Formerly Fun's BlogOpera.

When we last left off, the barista and our heroine had made love. 

They slept all night and when they rose in the morning, she made breakfast while he made coffee. 

Then he asked if she wanted to spend the day with him ...

- F. Lawrence Caslin

In this edition of Ask Chick, she responds without being asked.  And as you may induce from the title, These letters are all pertaining to her kids' elementary school.

And more specifically, the DROP-OFF LANE.  

If you have kids that go to her school, and you think you may be a moronic imbecile, beware. 

You may be insulted if you read on.  But then again, you may be so stupid you don't realize it.  So read on anyway ...

- F. Lawrence Caslin