....on your pillow, imagining that the specks on the ceiling will reveal pictures of something if you stare at them long enough. Like clouds that morph into zoo animals against a grayish sky. Yet as your eyelids chase evasive slumber, you wonder to yourself as you evaluate your life, "Am I really qualified to do this?"
Like a toddler in a snowstorm, I am somewhat interesting and somewhat frightening to behold. I write simply because I can, but also to give my wife a break from the witty reparte. I am the proud husband to the bravest person I know (Mrs. Underdog). As the father of five tenacious, awe-inspiring children (the Pups #1-5), I am yours truly: the Underdog.
