It’s Feb 11
And that means the stores are putting their Halloween candy out right about now. And it makes me think of things like this:
Category: Personal
Me! It’s all about me!
2 out of 3? Ain’t bad.
Bedtime routine at my house: Me: “Goodnight kids, I love you.” Youngest: “I love you, daddy.” Middle: “I love you, too.” Oldest: “I hate your fucking guts.”
Some dictionaries are better than others
I appear to be suffering from stress. Defined thusly: Stress: The confusion caused when ones mind overrides the body’s natural desire to choke the living shit out of some asshole that desperately needs it. Sigh.