Hey, you.

Unworthy

I was gonna post about how it’s raining, and cold, and will rain all day.

I was gonna bitch about basketball practice and chasing a baby who doesn’t “get” that flying basketballs driven by five year olds can hurt sometimes.

I was gonna say something about how my wife is working today, a rare Saturday event that just happened to coincide with the rain, the cold, and the basketball.

But, dontchuknow, I’ve still got it pretty damn easy. I’ve got no room to bitch.

Take care of your blessings, y’all.

Lazy morning

Kind of.

My wife dropped my eldest at Basketball practice, so we have an hour till we have to get him.

We rented SharkTale, so the other two are watching it. How many PSI does this movie have? (puns / square inch). And why do they do that crap where you can’t skip the previews?

This morning I walked into the family room and the four year old was on the couch, remote in hand, watching Thirty Minute Meals. Yum.

Today, the baby keeps appearing with my things that she used to not be able to reach. My wallet. My cell phone. Now the telephone. She’s getting bigger. And taking after her brothers…

Greetings, Zootologists!

Hi, everyone from Zootopia!

Ask Zoot about this picture. She can’t see my blog from work, so just ask her about it without telling her (if you know what I mean) and see what she says.