Life is like a box of chocolates

Yes, it is. Some of those chocolates are filled with crap, too. We'll be having my youngest son's eighth birthday party real soon. I can't believe my little guy is really eight years old ... or all the life that's happened since the day he came into the world. I was sure making a lot more money at the time! Anyway, as we wait for grandparents to arrive, I'm in a text message conversation with a former student who just got out of county jail because her large male roommate pressed domestic abu...