Morning conversations with my kids are starting to remind me of Monty Python skits:
Child: “It’s freezing, I’m going go put on three sweatshirts.”
Me: “It’s not cold.”
Child: “What did you just say?”
Me: “It’s sixty-eight. It’s not cold.”
Child: “Well, it feels cold to ME. Can we light a fire?”
Me: “It’s not cold and we don’t have a fireplace.”
Etc.
The afternoons are still reaching for 100 so thankfully they don’t complain all day, just in the mornings.
Are you as sick of my lame “mutt” subject lines as I am? Yeah, that’s what I figured.
Anyway.
This week there are two because I sort of forgot last week. I didn’t forget, I just didn’t do it, and by the time Saturday rolled around I figured I’d just do it this week. So I’m catching up now. What can I say, I need closure.
Week 555:
Week 556:
I gotta admit, I’m really tired of fighting. Really. Fucking. Tired.
On a happier note, I saw these guys a couple times back in their prime, when they were promoting this album in fact, and they are still one of my favorite bands.
Nothing is easy, nothing good is free, but I can tell you where to start.
There’s an answer in your heart, take a look inside your heart.
Make it worth the price we pay.