My daughter (well, all my kids, but this is about my daughter) LOVES to argue.
She just called me to tell me that Barney (Baby Bop School) isn’t working.
“Well, honey, it was acting up yesterday, too, I think the disc is dirty.”
“No. We watched it yesterday.”
“And it kept skipp-”
“No. It was on. I watched it with my brothers.”
“-it kept cutt-”
“Bye.”
click.
“Like getting caught behind a cattle truck, and all you smell is shit.”
Love me some Slobberbone to get my morning started. ’nuff said.
And, no, that has no bearing whatsoever on my life, I just like how it sounds this morning. Except that asshole that tailgated me all the way to work can just suckit.
And furthermore, this is my 3,000 official post here.
I am tired and cranky.
I have some tired and cranky kids, and a sick wife, and everything (damn near anything) is getting on my nerves and pissing me off.
And Barney is on, a DVD that my daughter has seen enough to actually talk along with it, all of the parts, not just the songs.
That itsy bitsy spider? Can just bite me.
Oh, joy, my son just trashed the kitchen again, after I just cleaned up after dinner. See, everything is getting on my nerves.
Gah.