Sent the kid to daycare today. We’re not working, just vegging.. like good parents. I thought, hell, I have to pay for this week anyway, why not send him and let him have some fun with his friends? Let someone else change his ass for the day. Carter’s a great kid, don’t get me wrong, and I love hanging out and playing with him… but we’re both just getting over our Christmas illness and I don’t feel like entertaining a toddler today. I pay people to do that.
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So, I bought Mike a Bose surround sound system for Christmas instead of that Xbox that he bitched whined moaned asked for. I feel good about it and he’s happy. He’s not hibernating in the basement like a mushroom playing that fucking system for hours upon hours… now he’s growing mold on the couch watching every fuckin’ movie known to man “just to hear how it sounds” now. Je-sus. I have relinquished my television to this monster. What was I thinking?!
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I got two very yummy Matthew McConaughey movie for Christmas from Mike too. I think he’s trying to butter me up. He knows how I love Matthew. Though, Two for the Money is a repeat gift, since I own that one already… I think I’ll take it back this week for a different Matthew movie. Yum!
Failure to Launch is not too bad, not the greatest story, but wonderful eye candy; which makes it easy to sit through. But I can’t because my damn TV has been taken over by the moldy creature that’s left an in print on the sofa this whole week so far!
Failure to Launch is not too bad, not the greatest story, but wonderful eye candy; which makes it easy to sit through. But I can’t because my damn TV has been taken over by the moldy creature that’s left an in print on the sofa this whole week so far!
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My mom emailed me to tell me that she thinks she got food poisoning this weekend because she too was praying to the porcelain God this Christmas. It sounded as though she was saying that the food poisoning was from our house! WTF!? You think that we fed you shitty food (no pun intended) and you got food poisoning from our house. Thanks. Nice.
But then when I wrote back saying that I might have “gave them something” because I was up sick too… she quickly wrote back saying that she didn’t think the food poisoning was from our house. Your dang right it’s not from here. Mike cook’s that shit until it’s rubber dammit!
But then when I wrote back saying that I might have “gave them something” because I was up sick too… she quickly wrote back saying that she didn’t think the food poisoning was from our house. Your dang right it’s not from here. Mike cook’s that shit until it’s rubber dammit!
Love you Mom… I hope you never find this.
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I have to work tomorrow. One. friggin. day. I can’t believe I have to go to work on Thursday, the only day I have to work and it’s smack in the middle. This is why I hate construction sometimes… everyone’s in such a hurry all the time and can never enjoy a couple days of relaxation and family. Time is Money dammit. There’s no time to relax and enjoy life. So I have to be there at 7:30am and work the entire day outside. Hey, at least it’s still above 0. What the hell is up with that anyways?
My aunt was out shopping in her flip flops yesterday. I tell ya, this world is getting more and more messed up.
My aunt was out shopping in her flip flops yesterday. I tell ya, this world is getting more and more messed up.
